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blamebrampton) wrote2013-07-01 12:39 am
blamebrampton) wrote2013-07-01 12:39 am
Sunday did not go as planned
The goal was to wake up early, do the Tweed Ride, then come home and write up some Harry Potter Aus Politics.
Instead, the Tweed Ride was cancelled because it has been pissing down all week, so we slept in and then Mr Brammers decided to wait until I had gone out for brunch to get up on a ladder, an an obtuse angle to the wall, on mossy pavement, in standing water, with nothing chocking the ladder or tying it to the wall. Unsurprisingly, it decided to give way to gravity and slam back down onto the ground, taking him with it.
He was in good enough nick to ring me to find out where I was, and then limp up to show me his black eye and assorted other bruises. Looking at his leg, where he had cracked the shin solidly on a rung of the ladder, I wondered if he might not have cracked the bone given how black the bruising was and how impressive the swelling.
Six hours later, he wondered the same thing, so up to casualty we trekked (in a taxi, he's not that stoic), where we have spent the last four hours. The good news is that it's not broken, though it was the worst bruising and swelling the doctor had seen without a break. The bad news is that it's awful bruising.
But the other good news is that he has spent the last three months mocking me CONSTANTLY about coming off my bike on an oil slick and breaking a little thumb bone in an accident that could have happened to ANYONE. He has now admitted that the mocking ball is well and truly in my court and that he will understand if I find myself compelled to hit him with it regularly.
Satire will have to wait. For now, sleep.
Instead, the Tweed Ride was cancelled because it has been pissing down all week, so we slept in and then Mr Brammers decided to wait until I had gone out for brunch to get up on a ladder, an an obtuse angle to the wall, on mossy pavement, in standing water, with nothing chocking the ladder or tying it to the wall. Unsurprisingly, it decided to give way to gravity and slam back down onto the ground, taking him with it.
He was in good enough nick to ring me to find out where I was, and then limp up to show me his black eye and assorted other bruises. Looking at his leg, where he had cracked the shin solidly on a rung of the ladder, I wondered if he might not have cracked the bone given how black the bruising was and how impressive the swelling.
Six hours later, he wondered the same thing, so up to casualty we trekked (in a taxi, he's not that stoic), where we have spent the last four hours. The good news is that it's not broken, though it was the worst bruising and swelling the doctor had seen without a break. The bad news is that it's awful bruising.
But the other good news is that he has spent the last three months mocking me CONSTANTLY about coming off my bike on an oil slick and breaking a little thumb bone in an accident that could have happened to ANYONE. He has now admitted that the mocking ball is well and truly in my court and that he will understand if I find myself compelled to hit him with it regularly.
Satire will have to wait. For now, sleep.
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That's horrible about his brother.
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(Hope he's feeling better, sounds so ouch!)
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Bad luck piled up, he caught an infection in the emergency room and ended up unable to work and with a permanent limp.
So hit your hubby with the mocking ball often, and hard -- he was very, very lucky that he got "only" bruising! *hugs you*
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I have to say that I am very relieved it wasn't worse, because he had left his mobile inside and I had just sat down to a leisurely lunch, so he could have been out there for an hour or more if he had broken his leg, head or neck. And then I would have had to kill him once he got better.
He has antibiotics to ward off any infection from the gashy bits, but he did land on a plastic bottle of vinegar that he had sitting out in the rain, so there was some immediate disinfecting!
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He will not have suffered in vain
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Although I maintain that Aussies are the most accident prone people I know (mostly because the "live" a bit more) (and I don't know that many people) (still).
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So ladder and roof safety were very important for him to teach me growing up. Most of it irrelevant for me since a few steps up is the highest anyone can get me on a ladder voluntarily.
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*snickers*
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you have all the mocking high ground for sure.
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May I recommend the Southern (American) version of mocking? Do nothing for a while, then, when he's just expected you to have forgotten about it, bring it up in a pointed way. Extend for several decades/into the afterlife (I fully expect my mother has a list of things waiting to mock me about when we're both on the same side of the veil).