I have a feeling that mine are quite long, even though I've been omitting various snippets of information, and a lot of the memories that swirl around my head! I guess as this is my blog I can make the posts as long as I like, so I'm going to include some of those memories here, in no particular order, as they come to me.
1. I had to wait a little while at Briancon hospital before my arm was set in plaster because a man had been caught in an avalanche and was being brought in, so they needed to keep staff available (from what I gathered, he didn't have any broken bones or serious injury when he arrived).
2. When I was having my arm set, there were 3 (or 4) nurses fussing around me, attaching monitors and putting the mask over my face, all babbling at a million miles an hour. I was fighting the oxygen as I was trying to understand what they were saying but eventually they faded away and I could hear something very rhythmic instead (possibly my own pulse?!). I was panicking a bit for some reason as I could feel my arm being moved about so I tried to count without much success! The next thing I remember was my arm feeling very warm as they put the plaster on, and then I came around just as one of the nurses said "Parfait!" before plonking my arm on my chest. Then they all went and left me on my own in the room for what felt like a long time. I do remember thinking it doesn't get much better than parfait though!
3. The hilarity of trying to convey the spelling of my name and address to the piste rescue man whilst still sitting on the piste - the pronunciation of I and E in particular! I'll scan in the resulting document so you can see and laugh. Oh how much easier it would have been if I could have written it myself!! I was also very concerned about where my gloves were for some reason (I've been told this was probably some kind of coping mechanism, trying to distract myself from what was really happening).
4. Trying to speak in French to the radiographer after my second visit to him when he asked how we were supposed to be getting home. I was still a bit drunk from the oxygen and in a lot of pain, so struggling to speak in English let alone French-I was trying to say 'par avion' and that we were supposed to be home 'aujourd'hui' but for some reason he thought I was on about going to Avingon!!!
5. The hospital staff referred to me as 'L'Anglaise' rather than Katy when they weren't talking directly to me. It would appear they don't get many English people in Briancon hospital!
I have loads more of these to write down but I've been sitting here for long enough and really ought to get dressed!!!!
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