I've always been afraid of heights, but because of hundreds of hours up laddersI suppose I've become accustomed to ladders.
I've even started using them instead of balancing a chair precariously on a desk.
Last Friday night I went into the shed to do something but decided to set up my stereo becausethat would be quieter than using the tools. All went well, I found all the bits, sorted them out and hooked up the speakers. I even ran the speaker wires through the roor purlins so there'd be no trip hazards. Beautiful! Went to turn the amplifier around the correct way and found that there wasn't enough cable. So up the ladder one last time, grab some more cable, beauteeful! down the ladderone step two, bang bloody crash. Where's the ladder gone/ this will hurt......bang.
Snap goes the ankle.
Fair dinkum. Foot is turned ninety degrees to normal, bone is trying to poke out through my skin. Pins needles pain.
Scream out for wife.
And again.
she nearly dies, calls the ambulance. They come and say we'll have to cut those boots off. Favourite blundstones.bullsheet!
Kempsey hospital get a radiographer in, does the xrays.
"you've done a good job old son" says he.
So back into the ambulance and off to Port Macquarie hospital, more xrays stabilise it and organise surgery for Saturday morning.
Home now. Several pins, screws, plates later. No work for 6 to 8 weeks crutches for 3 months. Pain frustration anger.
Just thought you'd like to know.
Will have to change the signature from "answers to lucky" though.:rolleyes: