Last week I was working on a Habitat for Humanity project in Lafayette, Louisiana. There were several houses in various degrees of construction. The one I was working on was fully framed and needed a sub-floor in the attic to receive the heating apparatus.
Sadly, I was only up there for a couple of hours before this weird accident occurred. A fellow worker seemed to be in a precarious situation and hanging on for dear life, I scrambled to lend a hand and misplaced my foot and ended up falling through to the cement floor below. I performed that little act of gracefulness in the closet...which is probably good, since I hit my head on the 2 x 4 wood plate instead of the concrete...which means I am still here!
I never lost consciousness and had a couple of minutes before the EMT came. It felt a lot worse than it looked
The Habitat for Humanity Services Director was on spot before you could count to three.
Later on in the emergency room, my really cute male nurse put this yellow band on my wrist...
Days later, after being admitted, it was St Patties Day and the folks on my floor know how to celebrate.
The care and attention I received was extraordinary. After many many x-rays, a cat scan and an MRI they only found a compression fracture at the T9 vertebra; they did a cytoplasty injection surgery and released me the same day.
The bruising and muscle soreness continue to be a problem for me, but each day seems a little better. I am not complaining...
The accident happened exactly nine days ago and I am walking, talking and driving short distances. Yes there is pain and discomfort but when I think that I could be dead or severely crippled, well, no I am doing just fine thank you very much!