- Sabbi
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I was about hallway through when disaster struck! I am not sure if I was distracted by the awful green colour I was voluntarily putting on the walls (think nuclear waste and you'll have an idea) but whatever it was, I somehow got a splinter right under my fingernail. Needless to say, I let out a yell as I saw the offending piece of wood jammed under my fingernail. As I clutched my finger and as the tears sprang in to my eyes, the ladder I was perched on started to wobble and before I could examine the blood that was seeping out from under my fingernail, I found myself falling on the floor. It kind of happened in slow motion. I could almost see myself falling but there was nothing I could do to stop it!!!
I fell from the top of the ladder and landed with a thud on the floor on my knees. Mostly, the left knee which promptly started to bleed and swell up. Oh the state of me, in a heap on the ground, surrounded by half painted illuminous green walls!! I was not a happy camper at all.
Not one to be defeated, I finished the job (badly I must admit, as I was working with a gammy leg, splintered finger and by this stage, in a pretty bad mood!) but nonetheless, I got the job finished.
When my darling son saw the finished job, he said 'Its not what I thought it would be like but I think I can get used to it'. Nice indeed.
For an 11 year old, I suppose that's a fairly decent compliment!!!
I am so sore today. I really fell hard. The irony is, after breaking my arm last year my New Years resolution was to not injure myself this year and I am not doing so well on that one!
I am never painting again! Next time, I am either bribing my husband to do the painting, or I am hiring someone in. It would have been worth paying a few quid to save myself that fall.
My days of getting up ladders are well and truly over.
