Today I see my husband’s left arm – black and blue. His right wrist held in a brace – sprained. There are more scrapes on his chest and side.
We have a significant “to-do” list of household projects before our travels. Among those “to-do’s” is preparing our home for winter. Since we’ll be gone most of fall, this puts a little more pressure to complete these needed projects.
We’ve trimmed back the raspberry bushes and filled bags of yard debris ready to set out on the curb for recycle day. Our son, who is staying here while we’re away, will get to deal with all the beautiful golden leaves this fall. Really, they truly are beautiful!
For now, it’s the large tree branches hovering over the office building and tool shed which are the troubled areas needing attention now.
And, this is where the story of my husband’s bruises come in.
Ron continues to have a love-hate relationship with ladders. Yep – about 15 years ago, he had another fight with a different ladder, landing him in the hospital, resulting with 12 screws to hold his pelvis together and months of recovery to get back on his feet, literally. It’s ironic that – well – he had another altercation this last weekend.
In order to comply with our home-owner’s insurance, and the health of our buildings, clearing the moss needed addressing. A beautiful sunny weekend provided the perfect day to get ‘er done. Ron had the metal ladder propped against the shed, anchored on the deck. Turning on the pressure-washer, he proceeded to climb to the roof. But, the deck was also in need of a pressure wash because…. it was still slick from the winter algae. Yep – as he stepped up on the ladder, whoosh! The bottom end slid right out from under him, face-planting him on the deck.
I was in the kitchen. It was maybe a few seconds and he came to the door with an ashen face and said, “Didn’t you hear me fall?” Gulp….
He sat on the deck step – regaining his bearings. Before I knew it, there he was back on the shed roof! Determined to finish the job, he got most of the moss cleared off….all the while complaining of pain in his right hand.
We don’t have medical insurance – yet. As the pain persisted over the next couple of days, Ron finally went to have his wrist looked at. He sustained a good sprain. Wrapped in a sturdy brace, he’s back to work in his office – not pain free – but, able to function.
The moral of this story? No, it’s not necessarily stay off ladders but, more ~
My Dear Husband just finished reading an insightful book : The Believer’s Guide to Spiritual Warfare by Tom White.
Food for thought.