I've heard this metaphor all my life and never really understood it. I now understand that it is VERY easy to fall off a ladder; it's not so easy, however, to recuperate from said fall!
On Wednesday, I was up on the top step of a 5' ladder installing the tin on the roof of the workshop; the next thing I knew I was on the ground and Sharon & Maxie were asking me if I could move my feet (Carl was at the dentist, so he didn't see me fall -- THANK GOODNESS!) Evidently, the ladder broke and I fell from the top step; I'm told I was out cold; that I stared into space for 30 seconds or so and then started babbling nonsensically; and slowly began gaining consciousness.
I am so fortunate that I did not sustain more serious injuries; I have a puncture wound in my head (lots of bleeding but no stitches needed) and some significant bruising on my left side (I'm now beautiful shades of dark purple, green, yellow, etc). I have a dull headache and I'm VERY sore (Thursday morning I waked up feeling like a 600-lb. gorilla had been tap dancing on my left side all night). However, I was able to work on the workshop Wednesday afternoon and all day Thursday and Friday (I even regained my ladder privileges on Friday!).
The ladder is a cheapo we bought to keep on our RV and we were using it because we needed another ladder. We have since bought a good quality ladder and I'm going to keep the cheapo to remind me of how fortunate I am. . .
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At least you are fond of the color purple!
Seriously, though, I'm really glad you weren't hurt any worse!!
We are definitely going to have to keep you and your sister away from the ladders!
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