- Untitled
- The season begins
- Jan 2010
- Feb 2010
- March 2010
- April 2010
- May 2010
- Ski Pictures 2010
- June 2010
- July 2010
- August 2010
- September 2010
- October 2010
- Late October
- November
- December 2010
- January 2011
- February
- The European Youth Olympic Festival
- March 2011
- The season ends
- May and June 2011
- End of June
- July
- August in Yorkshire
- September 2011
- 28 October 2011
- November/December 2011
- Season 2012
- February 2012
- March and April
- June
- 'Summer' 2012
Summer ski-ing - an oxymoron?
Sam went to New Zealand. I didn't think he would make it further than Darlington as his brothers took him to the station and he lost his passport on the way. Then it turned out that he hadn't lost his passport just his wallet which had sixty pounds and his Olympic passport and his bank card in it. By the time this had all been established (and it took longer than it should have because Christian didn't have a phone on him and we thought it might be in his car - but it wasn't) Sam (and Max who was chief bag carrier) had missed the train and had to buy new tickets.
My lovely friend Debbie got Sam and his four ski bag and kit bag to Heathrow, He would have had a clothes bag too but that was still in his bedroom. He broke his journey in Hong Kong with Tim who just happened to be there and took him to buy some underwear.
The idea was that this massive investment would start Sam on his FIS - International - race career with an advantage because he could train and race in the southern hemisphere where there is 'winter snow' and gain valuable points to give him an advantage for the winter season.
That was the idea. the reality was that he bashed his hand at speed on a GS gate on the third day and broke the same bone that his sister broke back in March.
In the meantime we took Honi to Saas Fee to train with the GB Children's team. We drove her and her team mate Issy down as we had some stuff to do in Flaine, stopping to spend a day at a waterpark in Brussels. I only mention that bit as it was the highlight of the trip.
The weather was bad in Saas Fee. The glacier was closed so they did fitness .Lots of running in the rain. Next year they can do it in Yorkshire!
Injuries
Sam took his cast off for the long flight home. I took him to A and E in Northallerton to have his hand looked at. We had an 8 a.m appointment on a Saturday (I didn’t know you could have appointments in A and E but the GP made it). I was expecting to have to wait behind a queue of ‘worst for the night before’ youths but we didn’t see any – although we had to wait an hour anyway.
The consultant was unhappy with the break and ordered and X-Ray. He was unhappy with that too. Apparently the bone had healed crooked which might make it more vulnerable so he made an appointment for us to go to James Cook Hospital in Middlesborough.
Thanks to Sam’s best friend Whitty who came along for the ride (there must be some correlation between the North Yorkshire and the Indian accent), I knew take Sam to Ward 35 for 9 a.m. – with an overnight bag. Seemed overkill for a broken thumb (metacarpal even).
In the event Tim took Sam and they did nothing as the James Cook guy said it wouldn’t be more vulnerable and Sam was given the choice of a crooked hand for life or a night in hospital in Middlesborough and it was a bit of a no brainer. We thought that was the end of it until the physiotherapy appointment came through the post. This was for 8 a.m on the morning we were due to fly to Turkey so I sweet talked his big brother (whose gap year is dragging) into making the hour long trip. Sam was given some exercises and dismissed. That was until we got home from Turkey to find another consultant’s appointment.... That one is still outstanding as he couldn’t make it.
Last night Sam was wrestling with Whitty and bust (his words) his left (good) hand. It was quite swollen with some movement. Tim was in China and Christian down South. I was not going to Middlesborough on a Saturday night (have you ever read Apples ). Perhaps I’ll re-kindle that other appointment and get a job lot!
Forty eight hours later
The GP on a Monday morning had to be better than A and E on a Saturday night. It was, though the weather wasn't. But then we had to go to A and E on a Monday morning, which stretched into Monday afternoon. I felt a bit bad admitting that the injury was more than two days old – especially when the X-rays showed a clear, but clean break. This one will hopefully set straight – if not he will have a matching pair.
The consultant was unhappy with the break and ordered and X-Ray. He was unhappy with that too. Apparently the bone had healed crooked which might make it more vulnerable so he made an appointment for us to go to James Cook Hospital in Middlesborough.
Thanks to Sam’s best friend Whitty who came along for the ride (there must be some correlation between the North Yorkshire and the Indian accent), I knew take Sam to Ward 35 for 9 a.m. – with an overnight bag. Seemed overkill for a broken thumb (metacarpal even).
In the event Tim took Sam and they did nothing as the James Cook guy said it wouldn’t be more vulnerable and Sam was given the choice of a crooked hand for life or a night in hospital in Middlesborough and it was a bit of a no brainer. We thought that was the end of it until the physiotherapy appointment came through the post. This was for 8 a.m on the morning we were due to fly to Turkey so I sweet talked his big brother (whose gap year is dragging) into making the hour long trip. Sam was given some exercises and dismissed. That was until we got home from Turkey to find another consultant’s appointment.... That one is still outstanding as he couldn’t make it.
Last night Sam was wrestling with Whitty and bust (his words) his left (good) hand. It was quite swollen with some movement. Tim was in China and Christian down South. I was not going to Middlesborough on a Saturday night (have you ever read Apples ). Perhaps I’ll re-kindle that other appointment and get a job lot!
Forty eight hours later
The GP on a Monday morning had to be better than A and E on a Saturday night. It was, though the weather wasn't. But then we had to go to A and E on a Monday morning, which stretched into Monday afternoon. I felt a bit bad admitting that the injury was more than two days old – especially when the X-rays showed a clear, but clean break. This one will hopefully set straight – if not he will have a matching pair.