broken leg's story

no complains - would be nasty to complain .. or look weak in the eyes of friends - so no tear, no sorrow, just jokes about the broken legs.
The snow was great, weather on the slope was sunny and the air full of joy. Having fun with old friends, making new ones, loving ski and beeing so good at it after just one season. The world is mine. And at the last lap on the last day of an April wknd- here it comes: falling in the heavy snow with the ski under it, with the boot a bit too loose and hearing the crack in my leg (in akind of a funy way - like the leg is not mine but merely skiing equipment). I feel occured to scream for help - how could I do that?! It's kind of stupid - but still - here I go - call the man on the tele-ski. He happens to be a doctor from the mountain rescue team (any way - only them and us on the slope that day). He feel my leg for open fractures and calls for help. The other guy carries me in his back for 2 km of slope. I can not stop laughing - it all seemed so funny then. Almost like a good joke - how could the leg be broken? It must be a small injury. And after laughing some more at the mounteneers chalet and listening to their jokes, here I go - 6 hours drive to bucharest to the emergency hospital ("just to check, to sleep well"). And then - the doctor stops laughing (after "did you notice is April - where did you find snow to ski") and says - "it is broken, need to wear a cast for 1.5 mo". I still feel like launghing ("this is not happening, somehow it will stop and I will go back to my regular life"). And then the reality hits me: pain, walking in coruches, people stairing at my leg, "oh, poor girl" said behind my back, not being able to manage by myslef, no shopping, bath is a complex thing, cleaning is a challenege, climbing and going down stairs is an adventure. Lying to my parents (why make them worry - they can not come to bucharest anyway). Delaying climbing plans (I really wanted to start this in may). Not having support or even a good word from a couple of people I called friends. And then - the good part: learning new balance sense. Searching for strong spots in the space around me to lean on - a new sense of space. Good fitness for my arms. Learning patience - walking when I alwasy run before, and learning to appreciate help from people. Feeling vulnerable but feeling human (I do not need to prove myself all the time and act like a career strong woman). Found a new special friend. Maybe God gave me this opportunity to see life from a different angle.
Hope this whole experience paid for some of my sins, tought me patience and grace and revealed friendship around me. I thank God for skiing, for not a worse fracture (doctors said I was lucky - this type of fracture usualy require a screw) and for giving me the opportunity to learn from a new experience. And for friends.