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…tore the tip of my right hand middle finger, plum off. Story to follow: |
Being the last day of K-Colorado, we had some time on the lake to “test equipment”, which is code for wake-board/skate/surf. After some wake surfing, we (Jamie Norman and I) went in to pick up the Kitchen staff (hereafter refered to as the “kitchies”), to take them out on the water and “test equipment”. Since it was a little cold and overcast they mainly wanted to sit and watch, which gave me the opportunity to wakeboard in front of an audience (bad… bad thing…). To be honest I am not the best wakeboarder, in fact I have only wakeboarded a couple times this summer, since I mostly opt for -surfing and -skating when we get a chance to go out on the water. So I had visions of mega air when I got up on the wakeboard, and after a couple small jumps decided to go BIG!!! After landing one of the best jumps of the summer, I lost control and wiped out… no big deal, limbs, face and internal organs all ok.
For those of you niave to the edicate of wakeboarding this is the moment that the boat driver turns around and brings you back the rope. A routine that I have done a thousand times without incident. Until this time. As the rope came around I reached up and grabbed it with my right hand, noticing I was facing the wrong way I began to fin myself back into position. As I turned in the water, a small loop formed in the rope, which then became smaller as Jamie (the boat driver) continued to take the slack out of the rope… In the instant before it closed around my finger, I thought to myself… “Sam, you should probably let go of the rope.”… At the very instant I thought about the rope, it sinched around my middle finger and began dragging me through the water… I never expected a finger to be able to hold the weight of a full grown man, not to mention the drag of the 140 cm board attached to my feet… but hold it did… for five long feet I was pulled… Thank the Lord, Jamie heard my drowning cries of pain and put the boat in nuetral, thereby giving the rope slack and the releasing my finger…
No worries though, I was able to complete another run before common sense kicked in and I began to wonder if a bloody, swollen, and numb finger was any indication of serious injury. After a quick ride back to camp and a short visit with the doctor, the diagnosis was good: dislocated distal phalange in the right hand with a slight laceration below the joint.
Treatment: ice and a nice Elmo bandaid.
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Have money for you. Now I just need an address. Is the same one still good?
Sam….I admire your hard-core ability to sustain stupid injuries.
Keep yourself in one piece but have fun this summer! I love you!
Hey all these exciting instances are such great fodder for a book.
I’m sure you’ve thought of that but I can’t wait to read whatever comes out of your adventures.
Oh my God! Oh my God! Samuel! You make me dream nighmares!
Learning to trust,
Your Momma
Doesn’t look so bad.
Sam,
This is a story I can totally picture in my head. I am sorry but I had to laugh at work while reading this post. I hope your finger gets better and you learn to wakeboard better in the future. I’ll see you MO soon!
-Drew