As a neighbour asked me later, “I’ve often wondered what people think as they fall off a ladder?” I now know, but wish I didn’t. I distinctly remember the ladder sliding out from under me, giving me enough time to say to myself, “This is gonna hurt.”
Without being overly dramatic, I was very lucky. The wind was knocked out of me and I was left with a deeply bruised or hairline fracture of the clavicle, a sprained finger, swollen elbows and ankles and a dark purple bruise the shape (and almost the size) of Italy running from my hip all the way down my thigh.
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