When I was down in Eugene building adobes week before last, I told a woman foreperson (yum) (I let her foreperson me) (well, I wouldn't have if she wasn't qualified, just to let you know) that her scaffolding, even tho only four feet high, was inadequate. She agreed and changed it after I showed her the scar on the side of my foot. The surgeon told me he has commonly seen falls of four feet break the calcaneal bones (the heel major). I said, "See what can happen? See what can happen?!" Sort of.
Well, I just found out the guy across the street ~ anybody remember Mr Mow-it-all? Mr Crosshatch three ways on the whole acre? ~ he fell off a scaffold last week and broke both his calcaneal bones.
Two next-door neighbors breaking their calcaneals. Odds are 1/2,946,723. (Plus or minus .0000001%)
I broke mine climbing in an Indian ruin, though, so I feel superior. He's just working class. Employed even.
He's in a wheelchair. Oh, the memories.
Maybe we'll get some peace around here.
No; he'll motorize the chair. |
