Broken Hands

Not having use of my right hand hurts. Physically and psychologically.

I fell during my first run. In embarrassment.

I struggled to the lodge, spent a minute their to see whether I could get on the lift. I tried to put on my glove, but it hurt so much that I just couldn\’t.

I saw Geoff and other Robotics people pass by me. But I just couldn\’t find the energy to greet them, yell their name, make small talk.

Then I struggled with my skis and poles…seeing Andy on the wy back. I must have had some several cuts on my face.

Going upstairs. The front desk directed me to the ski patrol that was near chair lift. He said that they could take me there, but I just didn\’t like the idea if I could do it myself.

I skiied all the way there, holding my poles awkwardly.

For some reason, it made me slightly upset. I teared from both the pain and a failure. I felt useless. But at the same time, I was so awed that people were so nice to me that I just teared.

I couldn\’t write my own name and had to have another person do it for me.

At the lodge, I waited. Sitting awkwardly with the LTI people, Robotics then some HCI.

I got Andy\’s number for the first time. So perhaps this is it.