112 Calling!
This might be somewhat late but I’ve forgotten [sometimes I get carried away with other things] to make an entry about the little accident that happened to me during our ski holiday in Austria, hence the title of 112 calling as it represents Europe’s emergency toll-free hotline number.
The unfortunate mishap went like this…
We were parked across the entrance to the Zillertal Arena, busy getting ready and hauling our ski boots and materials out of the car’s trunk. Naturally, the boyscout Dutchman was quick to mobilize everything and himself but unfortunately, I not. For minutes, I struggled painstakingly, thrusting down my feeble knees and limbs so that my little feet can get into the skimpy ski boots. While doing this, I placed my hands, for weight support and balance, on top of the edge of the car’s trunk, oblivious of what was about to happen next.
BLAG! Went the trunk’s door down...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I screamed! My little fingers are stuck!!! H-E-L-P!!!
The Dutchman [the culprit], shocked, terrified and looking extremely powder white, quickly jerked the trunk door open.
I continued to scream my tonsils off and whimper like a wounded little chicken. The pain was excruciatingly unbearable shooting like sharp bullets of spasms into my whole system. I felt like a million vengeful queen bees have stung my left fingers! Waaah!
When I took my ski gloves out [good thing I was wearing them], they all looked deadbeat in black and blue.
My poor little hand... foto taken the night after the accident. The other 3 fingers were quickly healed and back to normal except the bandaged one.
Still in agonizing pain, I slumped down on the frosty white snow and sat next to a huge mound by a signage post, hand limping and crying like a little baby, while the many onlookers and curious passersby were fervently twisting their heads and necks, back and forth, trying to get a peek on what the hell is going on with this sobbing Asiatic looking lady laying on her butt on the snow floor.
I couldn’t care less if I made such a street spectacle of myself or if my face looked like a black Sabbath circus. I reckon the black traces of my mascara were flooding generously across my cheeks. Uh, on that thought, I probably looked scary than funny!
The now mortified Dutchman instructed me to burrow my hand under the heap of snow beside me. He said it will help fight against swelling, which I, of course, obliged willingly.
A quick look at his face and I was sure he was riddled and suffering with immeasurable guilt, so I thought [I always have presence of mind during emergency situations you know, even if I cry my eyes out], if it will make him feel better if I file a huishoudelijk geweld [domestic violence] case against him in court.
Hmm… such evil thoughts tapping in there... he-he.
I was brought to the nearest huisarts, pronounced as house-arts [means doctor, in Deutsch its arzt] and had an X-ray scan. Thank goodness none of my finger bones were broken! The doctor was also a nice chap who was very patient in artfully bandaging my worst hit finger, and told me bluntly, “You cannot ski today and maybe not in the next few days.”
DAMN! is all what I can say.
Additionally, the whole trip to the doctor costs me € 150 and good thing I have my credit card with me as I don’t always bring large sums of money. We’ve filed since then for an insurance refund and hopefully I get my money back soon.
Since I could not do much that day, I spent most of the afternoon gallivanting in the center of Mayrhofen.
The next day, my fingers felt better, although the bandaged one I realized was heavily damaged, still, I thought, it felt much better than yesterday. Well, good news is this, I based my newfound courage on that! Even though I was strongly advised by the doctor not to ski, in fact he made sure the bandage was thick so that the ski gloves won’t fit in, I, the willful Pinay had the gall to defy him.
“I’m not a weak little chicken who’s going to sit another pity party day while everyone out there is enjoying! No one can stop me. I’m going to damn ski!”
Thus, out came the rolls of bandage from my finger, falling down to the trash bin. And so I skied ;-)
***
And CONGRATULATIONS to the Netherlands for winning both GOLD and SILVER medals [as usual] in the 3000-M Women Speed Skating [country’s national sport, no wonder the women won!] in the Turin Winter Olympics.
The unfortunate mishap went like this…
We were parked across the entrance to the Zillertal Arena, busy getting ready and hauling our ski boots and materials out of the car’s trunk. Naturally, the boyscout Dutchman was quick to mobilize everything and himself but unfortunately, I not. For minutes, I struggled painstakingly, thrusting down my feeble knees and limbs so that my little feet can get into the skimpy ski boots. While doing this, I placed my hands, for weight support and balance, on top of the edge of the car’s trunk, oblivious of what was about to happen next.
BLAG! Went the trunk’s door down...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I screamed! My little fingers are stuck!!! H-E-L-P!!!
The Dutchman [the culprit], shocked, terrified and looking extremely powder white, quickly jerked the trunk door open.
I continued to scream my tonsils off and whimper like a wounded little chicken. The pain was excruciatingly unbearable shooting like sharp bullets of spasms into my whole system. I felt like a million vengeful queen bees have stung my left fingers! Waaah!
When I took my ski gloves out [good thing I was wearing them], they all looked deadbeat in black and blue.
My poor little hand... foto taken the night after the accident. The other 3 fingers were quickly healed and back to normal except the bandaged one.Still in agonizing pain, I slumped down on the frosty white snow and sat next to a huge mound by a signage post, hand limping and crying like a little baby, while the many onlookers and curious passersby were fervently twisting their heads and necks, back and forth, trying to get a peek on what the hell is going on with this sobbing Asiatic looking lady laying on her butt on the snow floor.
I couldn’t care less if I made such a street spectacle of myself or if my face looked like a black Sabbath circus. I reckon the black traces of my mascara were flooding generously across my cheeks. Uh, on that thought, I probably looked scary than funny!
The now mortified Dutchman instructed me to burrow my hand under the heap of snow beside me. He said it will help fight against swelling, which I, of course, obliged willingly.
A quick look at his face and I was sure he was riddled and suffering with immeasurable guilt, so I thought [I always have presence of mind during emergency situations you know, even if I cry my eyes out], if it will make him feel better if I file a huishoudelijk geweld [domestic violence] case against him in court.
Hmm… such evil thoughts tapping in there... he-he.
I was brought to the nearest huisarts, pronounced as house-arts [means doctor, in Deutsch its arzt] and had an X-ray scan. Thank goodness none of my finger bones were broken! The doctor was also a nice chap who was very patient in artfully bandaging my worst hit finger, and told me bluntly, “You cannot ski today and maybe not in the next few days.”
DAMN! is all what I can say.
Additionally, the whole trip to the doctor costs me € 150 and good thing I have my credit card with me as I don’t always bring large sums of money. We’ve filed since then for an insurance refund and hopefully I get my money back soon.
Since I could not do much that day, I spent most of the afternoon gallivanting in the center of Mayrhofen.
The next day, my fingers felt better, although the bandaged one I realized was heavily damaged, still, I thought, it felt much better than yesterday. Well, good news is this, I based my newfound courage on that! Even though I was strongly advised by the doctor not to ski, in fact he made sure the bandage was thick so that the ski gloves won’t fit in, I, the willful Pinay had the gall to defy him.
“I’m not a weak little chicken who’s going to sit another pity party day while everyone out there is enjoying! No one can stop me. I’m going to damn ski!”
Thus, out came the rolls of bandage from my finger, falling down to the trash bin. And so I skied ;-)
***
And CONGRATULATIONS to the Netherlands for winning both GOLD and SILVER medals [as usual] in the 3000-M Women Speed Skating [country’s national sport, no wonder the women won!] in the Turin Winter Olympics.
