Tuesday, July 29, 2025

Quite the fall.

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Tried to get up at seven.  Didn't make it up until eight thirty.  Breakfast, bacon and some eggs.  I did eggs.  Trying to get those right.  Botched one, but due to the spatula cutting, not overdoing.  I took that one.  Made four more just right.  Mom made the bacon.

Talked about what to do.  Trimming, she thought.  Tree branches.  In the drive and over the garage.  I got meds in, the ladder out, and the chainsaw.  Three, four, fuve, maybe six branches down.

Then, up, above my height and a half to two times it, feeling pretty confident, I... took risks I really shouldn't have.  The ladder slid, I slid, then... a long long drop.  Still holding the saw (not running, if expensive), so with only one hand free, I grabbed... something.  The ladder?  A branch?

I hung on, one handed, through the drop.  The first.  It broke that first fall without losing my grip.  But, after doing that, in the next drop, my grip gave.  If the grip slowed that second spin-fall.  At that point I was about my height above the ground.  But swinging so landing on my feet wasn't possible.  I landed on my right side, mostly on my upper torso?

Down.  Hit hard, on my right side.  Between breaking the fall, twice, if with only a one handed grip, and leaves and branches down, that last fall wasn't as bad as first proposed.  Got a pretty good jab under the arm.  Just a scratch, but a bit of a brutal one.  Tore some skin off my other hand.  Bruised my right calf somehow.  Was slightly, but not fully winded.

Not bad, all in all.  Still, I'm calling it for a bit.  I've definitely had worse.  And I did get half the branches cut I want cut.  I'll see if I pulled muscles when I wake.  If not, that is... AWESOME!  One armed double drop stop, and slow?  Even if I pulled something, that's... excellent.

Pain pills and back to bed.  I plan on finishing tomorrow if at all possible.  Might let mom watch, if she can keep from chattering.  I even helped her just a bit with several things before going back on to bed.  Writing in bed, if that didn't make sense.  Later.

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