I bruised, broke (only God knows) my tailbone Saturday while snowboarding at Alpine Meadows.
Before I left for Tahoe on Friday, my coworker warned, “Be careful. It’s icy. Two of my friends have had concussions.” Wuh-woh.
Maybe I was so dead-set on avoiding my head (no helmet) that I whacked my butt on ice as hard as cement and tears came streaming down my face. I can’t remember the last time I cried because of physical pain. Perhaps during a brazilian.
Most people (almost all of whom have had the same thing happen to them) said to simply rest and take it easy. But one friend emailed me and said I should at least call the advice nurse. I did and she recommended coming in to see the doctor at the injury clinic. “In these cases, we want you to come in and get checked out. Can you come today?”
I’m home now, sitting in a position the doctor said was best (lean forward, toes on the ground, and heels up) with a brace around the bottom of my waist. The 400mg of motrin makes me nauseous so it doesn’t look like I’ll be up much longer.