|Lots of males climbing and falling off ladders.|
When you receive a cancer diagnosis it seems everyone wants to make you feel better by telling you the following declarations:
1. You could get hit by a bus.
2. A bear could eat you--Heather's favorite.
3. No one lives forever (true, but, unfortunately terminally ill people have a big mark on their forehead).
4. A meteorite could fall from the sky and wipe us all out
and on and on and on.
You get the idea. Yes, we all have this one life and possible disasters surround us but as a metster I take great care in avoiding situations that might put my life in any kind of peril.
The latest Gooze incident was a heart stopper and I pause for a moment contemplating all the possible catastrophes we never see coming. This one involved none other than my beloved somewhat of a non risk taker husband. He has been my caregiver, my biggest cheerleader, my (fill in the blank with any dynamite adjectives)-you get the picture, he's pretty special; however, once in a while common sense escapes him and this time it could have resulted in a huge life changing mess.
The recap of the story began when I was gone for the day and on my return discovered bloody scrapes on his leg and hands along with a bent gutter and a water soaked deck. As he blurted out an explanation of his misadventure I realized it could have been much worse but instead of being the sympathetic wife, I proceeded with a lecture on "what could have happened, might have happened; and are you nuts you could have killed yourself" reprimands.
His first mistake (and there were many) was he climbed a ladder--that is a big "no no" especially if you are terrified of heights. Do not do it. Second mistake was I was not here to tell him not to climb the ladder or at least be there to hold the darn thing--he knows better. His third blunder that almost could have done him in was cleaning out the gutters with a hose which consequently drenched the deck rendering it as slippery as your local hockey rink. He's a smart man--what did he think would happen?
No one was witness to the disaster because it happened so quickly when the ladder's footing succumbed to the slimy wet mess generated by Rob's efforts to get rid of the leaves. Within a nanosecond the contraption came crashing down with poor wide eyed Rob hanging on to it for dear life. Shaken but alive he regrouped and, if you can believe it, got a different ladder and attempted the cleaning-- AGAIN.
As I said before, $h*t happens and sometimes you are incredibly lucky and sometimes you are not. This time around he lucked out with neither a bear eating him nor a ladder mangling his body. Let's hope he thinks twice before he climbs those steps and remembers my wise words about falling from obstacles that could wipe you out forever. Good grief is all I have to say.
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