Just When You Thought Things Were On The Up...........
Just when you thought things were on the up...........
Life has a nasty habit of slapping you in the face. Last week my hubby had some really good news that the blood clot on his heart had reduced significantly enough to no longer be seen as a danger to his health. Super fit, non smoker and a mad keen mountain biker it was so unfair that he had become so unwell in the first place. So this was great news.
However, he is not always very sensible. Today he (yet again) climbed in the wheelie bin to flatten it down a bit. As he got out he somehow got his foot caught and fell. He went over a low wall hitting his face on the concrete steps in our garden. He felt his two top teeth break first as they met the concrete and then the bottom teeth went into his lower lip. His nose and chin acted as a brake and the subsequent grazing resembles a Hitler moustache! Finally the bruising sustained to his lower back from the final impact is something to behold!
Most people would immediately take themselves off to casualty after an accident like this, wouldn't they? Not Martin. He had a customer to pick up from the train station and was not about to let them down. I had to wait for him to come home 2 hours after the event so I could drag him off to the hospital!
No wonder my hair has turned grey!
Has he made a fuss about all this?......Not at all, not even so much as a little whimper! But from now on he stays out of the wheelie bin!
Life has a nasty habit of slapping you in the face. Last week my hubby had some really good news that the blood clot on his heart had reduced significantly enough to no longer be seen as a danger to his health. Super fit, non smoker and a mad keen mountain biker it was so unfair that he had become so unwell in the first place. So this was great news.
However, he is not always very sensible. Today he (yet again) climbed in the wheelie bin to flatten it down a bit. As he got out he somehow got his foot caught and fell. He went over a low wall hitting his face on the concrete steps in our garden. He felt his two top teeth break first as they met the concrete and then the bottom teeth went into his lower lip. His nose and chin acted as a brake and the subsequent grazing resembles a Hitler moustache! Finally the bruising sustained to his lower back from the final impact is something to behold!
Most people would immediately take themselves off to casualty after an accident like this, wouldn't they? Not Martin. He had a customer to pick up from the train station and was not about to let them down. I had to wait for him to come home 2 hours after the event so I could drag him off to the hospital!
No wonder my hair has turned grey!
Has he made a fuss about all this?......Not at all, not even so much as a little whimper! But from now on he stays out of the wheelie bin!
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Oh! Poor chap - I'd've loved to have seen the expression of whoever he collected at the train station!! I hope he feels better soon!
Men! They all do it - once my hubby smashed himself in the face with a concrete block because he was overbalancing and "Didn't want to damage the newly built wall!".
Men! They all do it - once my hubby smashed himself in the face with a concrete block because he was overbalancing and "Didn't want to damage the newly built wall!".
Nice one. Being a super fit keen biker myself, who ended up with a faulty heart valve thanks to a flu like virus, I know what he must have gone through.
Glad his heart is sorted, hope he gets some nice gold teeth to replace those taken out by the wall.
Ian
Glad his heart is sorted, hope he gets some nice gold teeth to replace those taken out by the wall.
Ian
Sounds like a trooper! Good news about the clot, but keep him away from bins in future.
And PS... Think of it as a Charlie Chaplin moustache instead!
And PS... Think of it as a Charlie Chaplin moustache instead!
Get him a full face helmet to wear when taking out the rubbish
Daft sod.
But never get into a bin - or use hands to try and compact rubbish ............ I know somebody who severed the tentons and the artery in her wrist on a can whilst doing this. She spent days in hospital having operations and was lucky not to bleed to death
But never get into a bin - or use hands to try and compact rubbish ............ I know somebody who severed the tentons and the artery in her wrist on a can whilst doing this. She spent days in hospital having operations and was lucky not to bleed to death
Sorry about the series of problems but it does sound like he's a treasure & well worth looking after.
I wonder who did the risk assessment on Wheelie bins. I hate them with a vengeance.My sister-in-law broke a rib when she fell into hers trying to clean it. They blow into the road after the 6am emptying and turn the street into something resembling the local tip.In fact we prefer to drop stuff off at the local recycling depot when passing rather than cope with the battle of the bins.
I wonder who did the risk assessment on Wheelie bins. I hate them with a vengeance.My sister-in-law broke a rib when she fell into hers trying to clean it. They blow into the road after the 6am emptying and turn the street into something resembling the local tip.In fact we prefer to drop stuff off at the local recycling depot when passing rather than cope with the battle of the bins.
