Today my husband fell 15 feet from a ladder.
My husband works for a cellphone provider as a fiber installation tech. While he's done more dangerous jobs before (used to be a wind turbine guy before our kids, literally had a coworker DIE like 3 days after he told me it was super safe), today is the first time he's ever fallen. It was windy, and he was up on his ladder and it slipped from beneath him while he was taking a step toward the top.
Miraculously, my husband fell 15 feet with no hard hat on and other than a few bruises, scrapes, and soreness he's okay. We're still monitoring him to see if he has a concussion but the man's thick ass head protected him. He was pretty dazed and the customer luckily saw him fall and called 911 pretty quick, but came to and drove himself home. He's been sleeping on and off most of the day, or laying down. So I'm still worried, but he's here. Alive. He's expressed his disappointed he fell bc he couldn't make money today but I couldn't give a shit about the money.
I'm just so fucking glad he's okay. We may have our problems but goddamn I'm so glad he's okay bromos. My heart dropped in my damn chest when he called and told me what happened. People have died off of shorter falls and he fell straight onto to concrete and basically rolled it off after 20 minutes.