oooh that has got to hurt

I do have an Apple watch that will call for help if it detects a fall. The only time it activated was when I was digging a post hole and I stopped it from calling.
Last week I was painting my living room and dining room and had to cut in at the top of the 12-ft walls and I really needed my head right up near the ceiling to do that to see what I was doing. Mostly I had my little giant ladder leaning straight up against the wall. I had to get creative at the steps.
Surprisingly, this was Rock Solid.

This picture looks like it’s from an OSHA training video! I admire a man that gets it done, no matter what it takes.
 
This picture looks like it’s from an OSHA training video! I admire a man that gets it done, no matter what it takes.


I felt safer there than I did with my feet 6 feet up on that little giant.
By the way if you see paint on the carpet it’s because I was getting new carpet so I had wall to wall drop cloth. [emoji846]


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Confession time

This humiliates me, but I’m truly guilty. The ones that haven’t done things of this nature, please bear with me.

I’ll share my most memorable, foolhardy, escapade. It also involves a ladder, the use of tools, a fall and poor judgment.

At about 8:00 in the morning, in an Ohio state prison, I was employed by an electrical contractor, and was standing on one tiptoe atop a 12’ stepladder, replacing my electrical supervisor’s, incorrectly installed electrical conduit, when the ladder shifted, and down I fell. I landed, on the concrete floor, first on my left wrist, it broke backward. There were 5 bones broken in it. I then I landed on my left hip, bounced, hit my head, and was momentarily dazed. The first thing that came to mind; “It’s amazing just how high one bounces”.

The second thing, coming to mind; "Don’t ever work standing on top of a stepladder again". I then forced my hand back into place, put it into the unzipped front of my Carhartt coveralls using them as a sling and drove myself 25 mi. to the hospital in Cols. OH. I had to wait until, 4:00 in the afternoon for the doctors to set the bones of my wrist and put a cast on It. I had ample time to contemplate my mistakes. The weather was freezing that day, and a great number of the old ladies in Cols. OH, were, shopping, falling, on the ice and snow, breaking their various bones, and then being treated for those ailments. Thus, the long wait.

My pain and folly taught me a valuable lesson. I hope that Others can benefit from it also.

Chubbo
 
I have always hated ladders, no particular reason. Parents had a big apple orchard when I was a kid. My Dad rigged up a 30 foot ladder on kind of a tripod with wheels to move it around. No way would I climb on it. But I'd climb the trees all the time. Never did fall.
I'll do 3 steps on 6 ft stepladder and no more! That is just enough to change lightbulbs in my garage.
 
As “Tops” said above, I was always taught in the service about not interfering in “somebody else’s rice bowl”. My wife is a retired judge and when she was a private attorney she complained loudly about how badly people screwed up their legal filings when trying to do it themselves, but she wanted me to fix things around the house. Told her to “call somebody”.
 
Sure hope you feel better soon but at 75 & handicapped I don’t even get on a step stool.
 
I was a lineman for a utility company and retired at 60. I promised my self I was not ever getting any higher off the ground than a chair at the kitchen table. I forgot my promise and at 72 I was one step from the ground on a step ladder. When I stepped to the ground my right foot broke.
That was 2 mistakes. It was carpenter work so I should have hired it done and the second mistake was 72 is too old too be on a ladder. :D Larry
 
I fell off a 50' ladder. Thank God I was only on the first rung.

But seriously I've been there done that and ribs are best eaten from a pig than broken in your body. Last time I broke mine was at the hands of a couple of very large much younger deputies during training. I said at the beginning don't hurt the old guy but they didn't listen.

Seriously I hope you recover fully and that nobody tells you any jokes for the next two months.
 
After a three-wheeler tried to stomp me into the ground and a couple falls off ladders to ice the cake, my ribs won't take a beating anymore. I'll still use a ladder for low stuff, but not unless someone is home to hear the thud.

If I hit the ground from a ladder they would have seismic readings at UCLA.

I have a big Norway spruce in my back yard that now has a limb extending to the house at gutter level. I was thinking about getting out the ladder to lop off the limb, but you good people have convinced there is no way I should getting up on a ladder to do this.
 
I do have an Apple watch that will call for help if it detects a fall. The only time it activated was when I was digging a post hole and I stopped it from calling.
Last week I was painting my living room and dining room and had to cut in at the top of the 12-ft walls and I really needed my head right up near the ceiling to do that to see what I was doing. Mostly I had my little giant ladder leaning straight up against the wall. I had to get creative at the steps.
Surprisingly, this was Rock Solid.

I get dizzy just looking at this!
 
This picture looks like it’s from an OSHA training video! I admire a man that gets it done, no matter what it takes.


I do not like painting. I have to tell you I had a $6000 quote to three coat the walls ceiling and trim with primer and paint. That was just for the living room dining room area steps and small upper hall. So there was an economic incentive. I opted to leave the ceiling alone and went to Home Depot and paid $53 a gallon for the Behr marquee guaranteed one coat paint. It’s only covered for specific colors. One coat was fine on the walls but you have to keep your roller loaded properly as well as your paint brush. It took two coats on the trim with another Behr product semi gloss. Plus I wanted to do it the very two days before the carpet was installed to keep the disruption to a minimum. Getting painters in these days is no small feat.


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Pittpa, that doesn't look safe even to me and i've been in more unsafe locations than I care to admit.

Too all that have responded thank you again for your best wishes and helpfull hints.

Tom S. "I can say they only hurt when you breathe, laugh or cough." You forgot to say, HICKUPS TOO. Please don't ask me how I know.
 
My friends, l have been offline for several weeks because of a very stupid action on my part. It started when I went to the west coast of the US to visit my father in the northern part of Washington state. I was also out there to visit my sons living in the Northwestern part of Oregon state as well. Three days after I departed home my wife (also known as Good Wife) called me to tell me a tree had blown over in our back yard. I returned home following my three week visit to the west coast to find a Hickory tree toppled over breaking off about 20 feet in the air. It broke off right where several squirrels had built their nests in the tree. Not in the branches of the tree but in the tree itself. This left a weak spot in the trunk of the tree as it was mostly hollowed out from their constant nibbling at the wood to enlarge their home or make it a warmer place to live through the winter. Regardless this is the start of my problem with wood cutting.

What happened to me? After I returned home and had taken three days rest I started trimming the smaller branches off the part of the tree now laying on the ground. Having cleaned up one side I moved to the other side to continue clearing off the small branches. Right away I noticed the top of the Hickory had bent down a branch from a nearby Maple tree. Thinking I'd save myself some nasty work at the ground level of my Hickory tree I started to cut the Maple branch off next to the tree. Big mistake!!!!

Knowing the necessary method of cutting a tree branch off a standing upright tree, I first made an undercut (a cut on the underside of the branch) so that when the branch did separate from the tree it would not strip the bark off the trunk. I then made the top cut out away from the undercut so that when the branch dropped it would shear off at the undercut. All went according to plan until I had cut the top part halfway through. The branch split along it's length and wedged my pole saw such that I was unable to cut further through the branch. Time to breakout my ladder and another saw to free up my pole saw.

I made the necessary cuts to free up my pole saw and had safely and securly set it on the ground and was then also lowering myself to the ground off the ladder when the branch snapped free and swept me off the ladder. It was six (6) feet (roughly two meters) to the ground. I fell landing on the right side of my back. Six ribs were broken, and they were also offset like you would overlap the fingers of your hand placing the ends of your fingers of one hand to the knuckles of the other hand.

This happened on the 19th of July of this year. As an understatement it hurt and I managed to only divest myself of half of my vocabulary of magic words. Since then, I spent one week in hospital leading up to and following surgery to correctly place the ribs in proper alignment and have enough sheet metal and screws installed to build a three burner Coleman stove. Whoo Whee, did this fall and break hurt. I also broke the thumb on my left hand and I'm still not sure how that happened, but I've worn a cast for 5 weeks, and I am now wearing a brace most of the time to assist in keeping those bones in proper alignment.

Add to this not having a good internet connection and I do believe you will understand why I've been offline for a time.

In advance I wish to thank you all for your good wishes and heartfelt get betters.

Now it's time for my advice, stay off ladders when cutting branches off a tree. If you can't do it from ground level get someone else to get up there.

Ladders are nothing to trifle with. I fell off one and landed on one foot (right leg) with my knee locked straight. This caused my body weight to try to drive my femur straight down through the top of my tibia. The resultant damage to the tibia is medically described as a "bicondular tibial plateau fracture". Basically the top of the tibia (bottom half of the knee joint) exploded and reduced to a pulp. Nine years later I still get sweaty palms every time I have to climb a ladder...
 
Assault ladders with more than ten steps should be outlawed. Ladders kill innocent people every year. Please think of the children.
 
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