See, I don't think you quite understand how deep my love for snowboarding runs. It's always remained my favorite sport. I started surfing in Israel only because there just isn't enough of a snowboarding season up there.
When we restarted our ascent to the peak, I realized that my right hand was protruding heavily where it shouldn't be. The adrenaline from the fall must have subsided, because I started feeling the weight of my fall. The combination of immense pain, disfigured hand, and moving ski lift high above the ground, made me feel extremely dizzy and fainty. I started seeing blurred vision and so proceeded to bring the lift bar down in case I lost consciousness, at least I shouldn't fall right off. I also informed the 2 other riders with me that I may pass out. Luckily I don't think I lost consciousness, but the second we reached the exit point, I collapsed onto the ground in search for cold snow.
The lift was halted as I rolled off to the side. Ski patrol was called to come assess my condition. After explaining what had happened, I opted for riding down but was warned against it. So they strapped me into the gurney and took me down the mountain. At ski patrol headquarters, I had my vitals checked and hand examined. I was advised to go to the hospital to get my hand x-rayed. So we went back to the mountain for a few more hours. This time I only stuck to straight riding without any risks taken. No jumps or rails.