Bruised and broken
Well, bruised at least. Fell off a ladder yesterday. Our ceilings are 3 metres high. I was finishing off a wardrobe I’m installing and was stupidly near the top rung of the ladder, shifted my weight and down I went. Fell onto my shoulders and then crunched my back. I yelled for Tricky but the fall had knocked the breath out of me. I floundered on the floor like a stunned fish, gasping for air while Tricky screamed at me. I thought I had broken something for sure but after a few seconds realised I could move ok and could talk and was still breathing. Saw a doctor today who said I am just bruised- nothing broken, no permanent damage. Thank God (insert deity of your choice). Tricky is most relieved.
I’m going to say a prayer tonight cause someone was watching over me. And I’ve still gotta get that wardrobe finished.
The moral of this story is, like it says on the DANGER stickers on all new ladders. “Do not step above this rung”.