I was starting to figure things out in my skiing, closing the gap between the top girl and myself, when I hit my hand hard on the bottom of a super-g gate. I convinced myself that the searing pain coming from my thumb wasn't serious so I loaded the CAT and went up for another run. After completing that run my hand had swollen up like a balloon and I had troubles taking it out of my glove so I called 'er quits.
The next day we headed out to Pitzal, Austria and that is where I currently am. It is gorgeous here! The Alps are magnificent. To get to the glacier we have to go on a train that literally goes right through the mountain. The glacier is steep and icy but the scarier it is the more excited I get. Hence I was stoked on life! We were also in the company of the best skiers in the world. Marcel Hirsher, the overall World Cup winner last season, was training right beside us. I can't say I've ever glacier skied in such a cool spot.
The afternoon of October 9th I went down to the clinic to get x-rays and to find out what was really wrong with my hand. It turns out my thumb was fully fractured. The next morning I went for surgery. That day in the hospital was painfully long and boring. My coach dropped me off and the doctor looked it over to confirm I needed surgery. I had to wait eight hours for my folks on the west coast of Canada to wake up and give the doctor permission to operate before they could proceed. My phone died about three hours in so I just sat there. Finally the time came and I went into surgery. The surgeon was missing a finger and the nurse that put me under had a crazy limp so I couldn't help but think "what have I got myself into?" I had to stay the night in the hospital and now I am just hanging out in the four star hotel. You would not believe how appreciation for my right hand has grown tremendously.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't bummed out but I'm trying to keep my spirits high and after all, I am still travelling Europe with a great bunch of people. :)