a narrow escape
Jun. 21st, 2004 01:29 pmI know this is lame, I haven't posted for weeks, and now I'm posting a real entry, and it is about a near disaster. I feel like all my postings have been either internet quizzes or downers. And that isn't really the way life has been. So here goes:
My Dad's OK. He has a hairline fracture in his pelvis that is going to lay him up for 4-6 weeks, but no other broken bones or bruises. Whew. He's in good spirits, even, at the moment, probably because the reality hasn't set in that he's not going to be doing anything for several weeks.
What happened was: on Saturday, in the process of cleaning out the top floor of the barn, he leaned on something he shouldn't have and fell 14 feet onto the hardpack below. Despite the fact that he went out the trapdoor headfirst, somehow he managed to not land on his head, but more or less on his butt. We are all relieved because it obviously could've been much, much worse. jeesh. It's sort of amusing now, actually, although I must say that, although I deal well with it during the day, when I wake up at night and think about it, it scares the shit out of me. What could've happened, you know. Boy, are my parents glad now that they didn't put a cement floor in the barn. They thought about it.
He is still in hospital, for several days more at least while they mess with him and do physical therapy and so forth. In the meantime, the rest of us are trying to figure out who is going to cut the field, 'cause he was upstairs cleaning the barn in preparation for that. It needed to be cut last week, unfortunately, and now we aren't sure what will happen except that either the guy who normally just bales it might be convinced to cut it, too. Otherwise, I get to take three days off from work and do it. Which I'm happy to do, except that I've never done it before, so it will be interesting to see if it all works out. Am I ready for this yet? No. But the hay waits for no one, especially in New England when no weather is certain to last.
I guess this is going to be an interesting summer.
t_ktl, we need to talk!! I may need you as a consultant!
My Dad's OK. He has a hairline fracture in his pelvis that is going to lay him up for 4-6 weeks, but no other broken bones or bruises. Whew. He's in good spirits, even, at the moment, probably because the reality hasn't set in that he's not going to be doing anything for several weeks.
What happened was: on Saturday, in the process of cleaning out the top floor of the barn, he leaned on something he shouldn't have and fell 14 feet onto the hardpack below. Despite the fact that he went out the trapdoor headfirst, somehow he managed to not land on his head, but more or less on his butt. We are all relieved because it obviously could've been much, much worse. jeesh. It's sort of amusing now, actually, although I must say that, although I deal well with it during the day, when I wake up at night and think about it, it scares the shit out of me. What could've happened, you know. Boy, are my parents glad now that they didn't put a cement floor in the barn. They thought about it.
He is still in hospital, for several days more at least while they mess with him and do physical therapy and so forth. In the meantime, the rest of us are trying to figure out who is going to cut the field, 'cause he was upstairs cleaning the barn in preparation for that. It needed to be cut last week, unfortunately, and now we aren't sure what will happen except that either the guy who normally just bales it might be convinced to cut it, too. Otherwise, I get to take three days off from work and do it. Which I'm happy to do, except that I've never done it before, so it will be interesting to see if it all works out. Am I ready for this yet? No. But the hay waits for no one, especially in New England when no weather is certain to last.
I guess this is going to be an interesting summer.
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