Saturday I started painting the ceiling of one of the apartments my company owns. Right now, it’s a dark, uninviting blue. So, I’m painting it a stark, inviting white. We’re in the process of opening another office in this apartment, where tourists can access free wireless internet, store their luggage for the day, and come to find a hostel. A tourist information type-of-place. It’s quite an undertaking.
Anyway, I’m in there painting away, music turned up, getting ready to go to lunch. I have the ladder leaned up against the wall and I’m almost at the top (the ceiling’s about 12 feet), when suddenly this thing starts sliding down the wall. I remember thinking “Uh-oh. Not good. Not good!” Before I knew it the ladder crashed to the floor, me and the paint with it. I panicked for a second, thinking I surely broke something falling from that high. Thankfully though, my only injury came from the ladder landing on my right foot. I was unfortuantely painting in flip-flops that day. To give you some idea of the impact, the ladder fell hard enough to bend one of the pegs you step on. Mom, don’t worry I’m alright. It’s been a little sore to walk on, but I’ve been icing it and staying off it.
My battle wound:
On another note, I slept 17 hours on Sunday. I think I got out of bed two or three times to eat or use the bathroom. In case you’re wondering, no, I didn’t hit my head when I fell off the ladder. Is this normal, at all? I didn’t think it was possible to sleep that much in one day. I know painting can be tiring, but come on! …a strange weekend.
3 comments:
Maybe you caught narcolepsy when you fell. Or your brains fell out your ear.
looking at that picture, i just realized i have really ugly feet. and i'm okay with that.
now if my brains fell out of my ear several years ago... that would explain a lot
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