Foothills Landfill
Dad taught me many things. “How to do a face-plant and come up smiling”, was the lesson for today.
I am not entirely sure how Dad injured himself a few years ago, I think he was carrying building material behind his house and tripped, something along those lines.
I am not entirely sure how I got my injury either. I was at the Foothills Landfill unloading a pail of glycol and I slipped or tripped on something. The next thing I remember is being wheeled from an ambulance into the High River Hospital.
I have a foggy memory of somebody at the dump wrapping gauze around my head, then waking up on a gurney, talking to ambulance attendants.
The medic was able to contact Bear, and said she was on her way. I remember being worried, that she would be worried.
I was in an observation room and fully awake when she arrived. Bear and I spent 5 long hours while doctors, nurses, and cat scanners fit me in while they attended to others.
There will be no lasting effects from my garbage dump ballet. The goose-egg on my forehead has partially closed one eye this morning, but an ice pack should fix that. My pride may take longer to heal.
This was my second face-plant of the day. First thing in the morning, our house cleaners arrived with a belated birthday cake. They explained that in Mexico, it is a tradition that the recipient must take a bite from the cake before it is served.
Tres Leches (three milk cake) tastes much better, and does less damage than pavement.
So, here is my wisdom for the day. If you are going to fall on your face, …
… do it in cake.
Judy
Geez, you guys sure know how to do some damage. I agree though, the face plant into the cake looks much more fun than the garbage dump!
Russ Paton
Oh ya!