As you may know, Sundays are our only day off here in Antarctica, and we have to make the most of them. There are all kinds of community-led activities, writing and photography classes, volleyball, soccer, ultimate frisbee, impromptu craft parties and wine tastings in the greenhouse.
This Sunday, I went to yoga and spent a while in the sauna before heading for dinner, and Daniel went to the first soccer tournament of the year—soccer players practice a few hours every week, on Wednesdays and Sundays, and it’s a big part of Daniel’s exercise regime, something I remember him telling me on the phone in 2009 when he first came down to the ice. During the game, Daniel had a collision with another player, both men running full speed and focusing on the ball instead of each other. He fell and got up, and finished out the tournament.
But when he was still in pain later that evening, we decided to call Medical, even though Sunday is their day off too. Something seemed wrong; it looked like there was at least swelling on the left side of Daniel’s face, if not a maybe-different shape than normal. The PA was on call, and after looking for a bit and making sure Daniel wasn’t suffering a concussion or any head injuries, she called in the doctor as well. After poking and prodding and examining and xrays, the prognosis was a broken zygomatic arch, Daniel’s left cheekbone, and he was immediately scheduled for the next flight out. An unresolved fracture is an automatic NPQ (the opposite of PQ, when we are physically qualified to come to the ice at the beginning of each season).
That night, we sat together in bed after packing Daniel’s stuff, dealing with his physical pain, regretting this seemingly small accident, and grappling with our mutual feelings about the season having to end like this, but having flashbacks to food poisoning and malaria scares in third world countries and being grateful that here, at least we speak the language and understand the medical system. We decided together that it made the most sense for me to stay and carry out my contract, since I’d be leaving in a week and a half anyhow.
And then before I could think straight or even realize this was real, he was on the plane and I was crying on the runway. His two sweet coworkers stood on either side of me as we watched taxi and takeoff, the contrail behind the plane like a physical thing, looking as though the runway itself buckled up to assist the plane’s loft.
He is in New Zealand now, getting ready for appointments and maybe a small surgery, and hopefully will be ready for a real vacation in about a week when I get back. I miss him a lot, and it feels weird and hollow and different to be here without him in this big, cold bed, but I know that this is the best way to have a medEvac; finish your soccer game, pack your own bags, walk yourself unescorted onto the plane, and be ready for a kiwi roadtrip in a week. And I know it could have been so much worse, so I’m grateful for that.
And I’m grateful for the community response to this, the support I’ve gotten, the off-ice medical and insurance help that Daniel is and will be getting, and the hugs and offers for help packing and airplane bag lunches from friends. I’m even more ready to go, now that work is getting frantic with things to finish before station close and people, including me, are dirty and cranky and just over being here. The funny thing is though, I know we want to come back.
So here’s to fast healing and minimal pain, to friends who stand beside you when things go wrong, to the end of this season, and perhaps to the beginning of the next one.
8 thoughts on “Thoughts on Leaving: Soccer, Broken Bones, and a Very Personal MedEvac”
Many of us saw Daniel’s cryptic post about the cheekbone and evacuation. We were all concerned. Thanks for filling us in on what happened. I’m vrery sorry that your time in Antarctica had to end this way. It’s good that friends have rallied and that you are so busy that the time will fly. Patience and love to you and quick healing to Daniel.
So sorry to hear this! I’m glad it happened so near the end of your time there. xoxox Mom
KIELL, DANIEL—TEARS BLURRED MY
EYES AS I PICTURED KIELL CRYING
ON THE RUNWAY. SO MUCH LOVE
TO YOU BOTH. GRATEFUL FOR GOOD WEATHER
FOR FLIGHT. WE’LL EXPECT COMPLETE HEALING,.\GRAM
Thanks for sharing. I am glad you will be reunited in less than 2 weeks. Take care of yourself.
Kiell — while I’m very sorry for Daniel and for his early departure, I really appreciate your perspective on your situation. May the rest of your journey be exactly what you both need.
Oh criminy – ouch. Thanks for letting us know. I remember when Ben and Daniel walked me out to the plane last year (http://roadtrip.somerandom.com/2011/02/airborne-northbound.html) – I was enormously grateful for that sendoff. Here’s to good friends. And to happy reunions in NZ. I miss you guys.
Love to you both. Big adventures sometimes mean big scaries and big bummers. I’m glad to hear you wont be separated long
Thanks for blogging this story. Best wishes to Daniel and yourself. Hope you both are getting some much deserved R&R. My kids (ok, us grown-ups too) think it is so cool that we know friends who get to work on the South Pole.