So, yesterday I fell off a truck.
All day we were moving the old shop to the new shop. Gus ordered a big flat bed truck with a lift gate to move all the heavy equipment. Everything was going as well as possible considering all the stuff Gus has. He'd been living and doing art shows and events in the old shop for about ten years so of course he's accumulated a lot of stuff. He's an artist so being an artist myself I know how random things that others might throw away turn into, as Anjela put it, "supplies". I call it 'pack rack syndrome'. It'll be in the DSM soon, trust me. Anyway, Gus is also a wood worker so in addition to art he's accumulated, there was a lot solid wood which can be heavy. All that considered, it was still relatively smooth move. We loaded up the truck to the brim and rolled over the new place and unloaded. Unloaded takes considerably less time than loading. After we unloaded, we headed back to the old shop.
We started the routine again with some more stuff. Then there was the task of the tree planter in front of the shop. Gus has had a huge orange-pink planter with a big healthy tree in it outside the shop for, I imagine, as long as he's been there. Needlessly to say, the thing is heavy. Gary, who has more tricks than a magician's hat, managed to lift off the ground using wood planks and blocks as levers and vulcrums so we could slip a dolly underneath the planter. The truck was parked right in front of the shop by the curb. We couldn't roll the planter over the curb because of how heavy it was. So, we, me & Gus, had to roll it the end of street where the curb deeps and back to the lift gate. We roll it on to the lift and raise up the lift with the three of us aboard. Since the truck was right by the curb, the bed was slightly slanted. I was on the side near the curb and the planter began to roll toward me. I stepped my right foot back to brace myself and the planter but low and behold I stepped on to air. I had underestimated how near the edge I was and was beginning a quick descent to the gutter & curb backwards. Gus managed to grab me shirt and slow me as I fell. Knowing I was going to hit concrete, I curved my back just before I hit so hopefully wouldn't crack my skull.
I ended up smashing down "neatly" into the gutter. My left side scrapped the curb and bruised some ribs, my right elbow smacked the ground, and I think the inside of my right leg caught the edge of the truck. Instinctively, after hitting, I popped back up on my feet like I would done back when I played sports. Though I was in pain, I most bummed about not being able to continue to help out the crew in light of my injuries. There goes my workout plans for a week or two :P. Well, it's time to let my body do what it does best: heal.
All day we were moving the old shop to the new shop. Gus ordered a big flat bed truck with a lift gate to move all the heavy equipment. Everything was going as well as possible considering all the stuff Gus has. He'd been living and doing art shows and events in the old shop for about ten years so of course he's accumulated a lot of stuff. He's an artist so being an artist myself I know how random things that others might throw away turn into, as Anjela put it, "supplies". I call it 'pack rack syndrome'. It'll be in the DSM soon, trust me. Anyway, Gus is also a wood worker so in addition to art he's accumulated, there was a lot solid wood which can be heavy. All that considered, it was still relatively smooth move. We loaded up the truck to the brim and rolled over the new place and unloaded. Unloaded takes considerably less time than loading. After we unloaded, we headed back to the old shop.
We started the routine again with some more stuff. Then there was the task of the tree planter in front of the shop. Gus has had a huge orange-pink planter with a big healthy tree in it outside the shop for, I imagine, as long as he's been there. Needlessly to say, the thing is heavy. Gary, who has more tricks than a magician's hat, managed to lift off the ground using wood planks and blocks as levers and vulcrums so we could slip a dolly underneath the planter. The truck was parked right in front of the shop by the curb. We couldn't roll the planter over the curb because of how heavy it was. So, we, me & Gus, had to roll it the end of street where the curb deeps and back to the lift gate. We roll it on to the lift and raise up the lift with the three of us aboard. Since the truck was right by the curb, the bed was slightly slanted. I was on the side near the curb and the planter began to roll toward me. I stepped my right foot back to brace myself and the planter but low and behold I stepped on to air. I had underestimated how near the edge I was and was beginning a quick descent to the gutter & curb backwards. Gus managed to grab me shirt and slow me as I fell. Knowing I was going to hit concrete, I curved my back just before I hit so hopefully wouldn't crack my skull.
I ended up smashing down "neatly" into the gutter. My left side scrapped the curb and bruised some ribs, my right elbow smacked the ground, and I think the inside of my right leg caught the edge of the truck. Instinctively, after hitting, I popped back up on my feet like I would done back when I played sports. Though I was in pain, I most bummed about not being able to continue to help out the crew in light of my injuries. There goes my workout plans for a week or two :P. Well, it's time to let my body do what it does best: heal.