It's official: I hate vacations.

Everytime I go on one, it ends up sucking major bum.

This last one was no different.

My dad came back from Afghanistan at the beginning of this month and so we planned to go to Jasper for a weekend. That was fine. I was even looking forward to it.

So, last thursday, my dad, my younger brother, my boyfriend and I left for Jasper. We got to the hotel at about 8:30, after spending about 4 hours in the car. Thank goodness I didn't throw up.

Our first day of skiing was the next day. We got a few good runs in before stopping for lunch. Then we went all the way to the top again, and I ended up seriously wiping out about 10 minutes after getting off the ski lift.

According to my boyfriend, I spun like three times before landing on my stomach. I don't really remember much but my skiis did end up like 15 feet above where I fell. So, I'm busy crying in the snow when an Edmonton firefighter comes and asks me if I'm alright. Then he called the First Aid people. They have a certain name, I just forget what it is. They proceeded to poke and jab me until they flipped me over onto a pallet, strap me to this same pallet and toboggan me down to the first aid hut. Bumps were so not my friend as I tried to control my breathing with the oxygen unit they gave me. I was quickly taken our of there by the nice EMT guys, after they poked a jabbed me and made me scream with pain. They carried me into the ambulance. First time in one and I never want to do it again. It was bumpy the whole way down.

The ambulance cost 476 dollars. I didn't need to know this but apparently, my father felt I needed to know and be made to feel guilty for.

Two hours and seven X-rays later, after the nurse and doctor poked and jabbed me, they let me go home since I just really pulled some muscles. I could barely move without crying out in pain, and its just muscle strain.

It doesn't help that painkillers do nothing. NOTHING.

So, while the boys were off having a grand time skiing for the next two days, I was stuck bored and in pain with absolutely nothing to do.

I got left behind. AGAIN.

(It was so sweet though. My boyfriend went with me the whole way. He was with me when they were tobogganing me down the hill and in the ambulance and even at the hospital!)

The only good news is I got some beautiful shots of the mountains. They should be up soon!