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ngdawg · 10-14-2008, 04:14 PM

Our office closed down for four weeks and while the bosses were taking a cross-country vacation, it was up to us workers to keep the place going at a minimal rate.
On July 30, my day to check the phone messages and emails, I brought my camera to photograph things in the garden for my own amusement.I asked my friend to meet me and we would go have lunch after I was done at the office. Now, each Monday we are supposed to turn on the sprinkler if there was no rain, so bosslady moved her potted plants to the garden.
I didn't know this.
I took a few shots of some daisies as my friend stood nearby. I turned to leave and took a face plant into the Hydrangea bed, landing squarely on my left knee on the brick path. Fucking flower pots....
After spitting out some mulch, I realized I couldn't move. My friend rushed over to help me but my leg refused to bend, turn or cooperate in any way.
I told him he'd better call the emt's, so he did. 15 minutes later, no emt's and they are two blocks away. He called again but this time directly to the police desk(he has connections) and they said they never got a call. In seconds, the rescue squad arrived and I was taken to the local ER, where, after x-rays, etc., the attending PA announced I had a fractured tibia.
Five days later, I learned it wasn't broken, just really badly bruised. D'oh!

Now we're in August....it's August 31 to be exact and same friend is at my house as we are to go riding for a bit. As he and the spouse sit on the porch chatting, I stroll across my front yard....and trip over a hole.
As I'm writhing and rubbing my ankle, the spouse, showing his tender side, yells, "What the hell did you DO NOW?" "Uh..fell in that hole." "There's no hole there!" He comes over..."Oh. Guess there's a hole there."
They both help me up and I hobble over to sit on the steps. The ankle, same leg as the bruised bones one from a month ago, hurts like hell.
We went riding anyway. And when I wanted to stop to take pictures, my friend helped me walk.

Well, to make a long story not so painfully long, this time I did break a bone. Hairline fracture on the ankle. I'm currently wearing a tortuous strap-on molded plastic-puffy-bag-lined contraption and have two more weeks to enjoy it.

Ya know, when you walk with a cane, people pay attention and are very apologetic when they think they got in your way. And when you skip, your friends giggle.

10-14-2008, 04:14 PM	#9 (permalink)
ngdawg peekaboo Location: on the back, bitch	Our office closed down for four weeks and while the bosses were taking a cross-country vacation, it was up to us workers to keep the place going at a minimal rate. On July 30, my day to check the phone messages and emails, I brought my camera to photograph things in the garden for my own amusement.I asked my friend to meet me and we would go have lunch after I was done at the office. Now, each Monday we are supposed to turn on the sprinkler if there was no rain, so bosslady moved her potted plants to the garden. I didn't know this. I took a few shots of some daisies as my friend stood nearby. I turned to leave and took a face plant into the Hydrangea bed, landing squarely on my left knee on the brick path. Fucking flower pots.... After spitting out some mulch, I realized I couldn't move. My friend rushed over to help me but my leg refused to bend, turn or cooperate in any way. I told him he'd better call the emt's, so he did. 15 minutes later, no emt's and they are two blocks away. He called again but this time directly to the police desk(he has connections) and they said they never got a call. In seconds, the rescue squad arrived and I was taken to the local ER, where, after x-rays, etc., the attending PA announced I had a fractured tibia. Five days later, I learned it wasn't broken, just really badly bruised. D'oh! Now we're in August....it's August 31 to be exact and same friend is at my house as we are to go riding for a bit. As he and the spouse sit on the porch chatting, I stroll across my front yard....and trip over a hole. As I'm writhing and rubbing my ankle, the spouse, showing his tender side, yells, "What the hell did you DO NOW?" "Uh..fell in that hole." "There's no hole there!" He comes over..."Oh. Guess there's a hole there." They both help me up and I hobble over to sit on the steps. The ankle, same leg as the bruised bones one from a month ago, hurts like hell. We went riding anyway. And when I wanted to stop to take pictures, my friend helped me walk. Well, to make a long story not so painfully long, this time I did break a bone. Hairline fracture on the ankle. I'm currently wearing a tortuous strap-on molded plastic-puffy-bag-lined contraption and have two more weeks to enjoy it. Ya know, when you walk with a cane, people pay attention and are very apologetic when they think they got in your way. And when you skip, your friends giggle.