The One Where I Almost Die

Yesterday, Teacher Dave and I were in Saratoga.

Saratoga is a good day for Habitat for Humanity's ReStore as there are some wonderful donations with people remodeling kitchens that were new three years ago.

One of the homes that we went to had a monsterous GE Monogram Series Side-by-side stainless steel refrigerator that they wanted to donate. It was seven and a half feet tall. Because we are still using a rental truck (see my birthday post), some challenges are presented as the clearance on the door of the rental is only six feet.

In order to get the roughly 750 lbs. monster in the truck, one must get it almost close to vertical with it strapped into the furniture dolly.

I do not have long arms. (Face it, I have nothing that is long.) I thought I could do it. It was the only option. Yes, I have done a full incident mitigation process in my head, trying to figure out what I could have done differently and nothing would have changed.

I was (with help) able to get the monster up the ramp and almost under the door.

Then the cart got stuck and I lost my grip and went down. Hard. With the wonderful beast above me. In the 3/10 of a second between losing my grip and having this on top of me, I sae the proverbial life flash...well...not all of it...I saw the faces of the people who I love and there were a surprising number of people there.

I hit my elbow hard and it is sore to the touch and swollen (but not yet bruised) and after a couple of hours, I realized I must of landed hard on my tailbone, as sitting it painful. (And at 1 am, I let out a yelp that would have woken the dead when I rolled over from my side to my back)

But...

It could have been so much worse. Broken elbow...crushed pelvis...death.

I was lucky, thought I did freak out a little once TD and I got into the cab of the truck.

I may need a nice quiet library volunteer experience.