The stairway to heaven ... almost !
I WANTED to run some co-axial cable through the roof to hook up the second TV. I could see where the existing co-ax came out through the roof but wanted to see how big the exit hole was.
Picking the right ladder for the job I did all the usual safety things and climbed up for a gander.
The hole was a good size so back down I go to get a torch to shine through the hole so that I could feed the co-ax inside the roof cavity to the right spot. And that’s where I blew it!
See, I was wearing Crocs – you know those horrible hard plastic things that not only gave me the “Kermie” nickname – and I walked over wet grass.
I knew the ladder was stable so I fairly ripped up it the second time but the ladder kicked to the left and I did a half-duck-twist-swan jack knife dive fair onto the base of my neck, followed in swift succession by my head and the rest of my back.
As I lay there my next thought was that I hadn’t told Rita what I was doing and she had no idea I was climbing a stairway to heaven. After a bit I managed to crawl to the front door and yell out.
“I’m calling an ambulance,” she exclaimed.
Thereafter followed lots of x-rays, a CT scan and prodding here and there, accompanied with, “Don’t you move your neck!” Six hours staring at the roof of an emergency wing is boring work, broken only by pointing out where leaks and repairs were needed as they wheeled me from place to place.
The boredom was also broken by one poor nurse who dropped the remote control for the bed fair onto my forehead. Lol. They make those remotes out of industrial strength cast iron for hospitals.
Very luckily for me no bones were broken and I’ve only done a heap of soft tissue damage which in itself is going to take a bit of time to sort itself out. Also luckily for me (although not for her), I am married to a beautiful lady who suffers from a debilitating back injury and knows more about managing back pain than most professionals.
So between Rita and good old drugs, I’ll get back to good health in time.