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HetFlex_K 51M
159 posts
4/21/2022 4:00 am
God's reset button
On the afternoon of March 24th, 2022 I was standing on the top of a 6 / six foot ladder, where I shouldn’t have been, yanking on a board and trying to dislodge it from the side of the house. I couldn’t locate the<b> screw </font></b>that was holding it in place because it was covered with a layer of sealant. There was a bit of frustration attached to my actions, along with an abundance of stupidity. Although balanced precariously, I figured I had things pretty under control. I’d been doing various versions of dumb shit like this all day while helping to tear down what I’m going to call a sun room, located right outside my living space. The sun was shining and it felt good to be working, to be productive, even to be destructive. Then the board gave way and you can kind of guess what happened next.

I did have half a second to react, but that’s about it. Then I was spinning, and falling towards the ground, essentially landing on my right arm and hip. The arm was fractured near the wrist and my hip busted right through my pelvis. Even writing about it now, my heart gets to racing a bit. It was painful, and stupid, and I wish it hadn’t happened. I think I spent 10 / ten days in the hospital, and have been home for a couple weeks now, maybe more. Between pain and medication things are still a bit fuzzy for me. Recovery and rehabilitation is going to be long and arduous, and I am not looking forward to any of it.



I landed on the pavement, but writhed in pain and wound up face down in the gravel. My sex slave ChrisSwallows took a photo of me with his phone, as you can see. I was just laying there hoping beyond hope that the fall wasn’t as bad as it felt. Eventually I tried to roll over and the pain was intense. I’m surprised I didn’t pass out, or vomit, because that is usually my reaction to something like this. An ambulance was called, I was transported to the hospital, and the damage assessed. Obviously escaping to my own little slice of paradise in Southern Oregon has been put on hold, but so were the plans ChrisSwallows had to sell his home to his progeny. That’s extremely lucky for me, because I don’t even think I’ll be able to revert to what one might consider a normal existence for several months. He is being very supportive and understanding, and I couldn’t ask for more. Now it’s just about getting better, one day at a time. Progress is painful, but it can be measured. Taking 2 / two pain pills every 4 / four hours has changed to 1 / one every 6 / six hours, and I am more mobile ever day. God hit the reset button on my ass but at least that’s all it was. I’ll be disabled, and never quite the same physically, but at least I’m still alive and there’s a chance I’ll still make my escape. It’s just going to take a bit longer for me to get there. Blessings counted.


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