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@64BEL
Still in prayers, sir...
One thing I've never done in life is break anything (knock wood!). Had docs tell me more than a few times
stuff I tore hell out of would have been "better" if a bone had given way, though.
Never understood that one.

Also had a friend go through a broken tibia whose bright idea for showers was to stick the leg in a garbage
bag, duct tape the top shut and climb into the shower.
Oh well, dude never was right in the noggin. Good-natured fella though.

 

[64BEL]

The length of recovery on ankle is tough. May 5 2009 my ankle fell apart, ligament snapped. First time I could put weight on it Oct 7. Long story from start to finish. Be careful and let it heal.

That's a long time, Fran!

@64BEL
Still in prayers, sir...
One thing I've never done in life is break anything (knock wood!). Had docs tell me more than a few times
stuff I tore hell out of would have been "better" if a bone had given way, though.
Never understood that one.

Also had a friend go through a broken tibia whose bright idea for showers was to stick the leg in a garbage
bag, duct tape the top shut and climb into the shower.
Oh well, dude never was right in the noggin. Good-natured fella though.

Thanks, Ed! I figured this was the first time I'd been in an ER for myself since around 1970, so I had a good run. These are my first broken bones.

 

[moparedtn]

Thanks, Ed! I figured this was the first time I'd been in an ER for myself since around 1970, so I had a good run. These are my first broken bones.

DARN good run, I'd say.

Right with you on house roofs, too - last time I was up on mine was when we put the standing seam metal on my monster
porch creation. Fetched the metal from a local fab shop and my bud and I got after it. Easy work - except I learned that
brand new, coated 50-year metal roofing is SLICKER THAN SNOT.
It has some sort of fine particle "sand" on it (I guess from the fabbing process?) that just rolls on the coating like tiny ball
bearings.

Now, I've been on plenty of roofs in my day... but I was working down on one of the eave sides (about a dozen foot off
the ground) and had been experiencing some of that slicky footing, but when one of my feet just decided to leave the chat,
the rest of my carcass immediately followed.
Instinctively, I plopped full body down on my front side, hoping my full body weight would stop the slide down the slope.
Nope.
I hollered for anyone on the ground (wife or bud) to bring the ladder QUICKLY, which they did - too late.
I slid off the roof lying on my belly and came off backwards, frantically grabbing for non-existent gutters or something....
ANYTHING....to slow my fall.
THUD. I imagine the USGS office in Greeneville registered an earth tremor from it...

Afterwards, as I was on the ground after performing the rather ungainly dismount (landing in the little rock garden my
wife likes to keep around the front of the house), I slowly got my bearings and realized I was still conscious.
Typical of other similar events in my life, I slowly got up and took a census of all Ed systems - which were all intact,
functional, but pissed off all to hell - with a nifty decorative pattern now scratched/carved/dented into my skin, thanks
to all that fancy decorative stone.
The wife and my bud found it all comical as hell, once the shock wore off of just how far I had fallen and gotten away
with it. "If you're gonna be stupid, you better be tough."
Indeed.