On Thursday I was attempting to get on the church roof to repair some blown off shingles. Being the intelligent person that I am, I attempted to use a ladder that was too short for the job. Now, to defend myself, it was the best option that I had; you have to do what you have to do.
Now, this particular ladder had seen a better day, even before I began my ascent to the roof. The next to top rung was broke, and it was quite rickety. However, the roof needed fixed so I climbed up the old rickety ladder.
Did I mention that the ladder was too short for the job? Due to this, I had to get on the very top of the ladder. Now, due to the fact that the next to top rung was broke, this was tricky in and of itself. However, I have no fear of such things so I stretched and balanced myself to stand on top of the ladder so I could go on to the next step: the jump to get on the roof.
At this point, the ladder decided that it did not like having my 260+ pounds perched on the top of it's ten foot height so it began to twist underneath of me and I fell from my perch on the top of the ladder.
Needless to say, I have been in quite a bit of pain ever since. At first I thought my ankle was broken. I tried to walk to the house, but the pain was excruciating so I had to call for my wife. (This was one of those moments when I am sure my wife was impressed with her husbands intelligence.)
Other than a badly twisted ankle, a very sore wrist, cuts, bruises, inability to sit down without excruciating pain, and wounded pride - I'm okay.
How is your foot coming along?
ReplyDeleteBrenda Pardoe