Nearing the end of a walk with my group up and around Lost Lake in mid-October I tripped on a rock and flew/fell, landing very badly on my left (fortunately non-dominant) arm.
I was on the ground for 40 minutes, during which a number of passersby variously stayed with me, gave up their water to me, stripped off their jackets in an attempt to keep me warm, and generally supported me.
When the emergency teams came, it was the start of very professional and caring service. They sat me up with the aid of “laughing gas,” got me into the ambulance and transported me to the Whistler Health Care Centre.
There I was carefully, and I would say as quickly as reasonable, diagnosed with a dislocated and fractured shoulder, and a [broken] wrist.
The doctors and nurses were excellent, and when I left three hours later I had my shoulder in a sling, my lower arm in a cast, and a referral to an orthopaedic surgeon at Lions Gate Hospital.
I feel the overall positive experience of an albeit very unfortunate event is greatly helping my healing process, and I wanted to say it has left me feeling that the “niceness” of Whistler is still alive and well today.
