My last couple posts have been kind of heavy so hopefully this one will lighten things up a little bit. While it is not a happy story exactly, I can laugh about it now that its all over!
Yesterday the guys were here doing the sheetrock work out in the old garage conversion. I was very excited because the girls are so ready for their new rooms. I've been busy finding cute things to decorate and I wanted to go ahead and get Ainsley's bed ordered before a sale I'd found ran out. So I went to her new room to measure. There was some sheet rock in the way of something I wanted to see so I tried to pull it out and peak around.
Well, I don't know if you have much experience with sheet rock but it is heavy. Very, very heavy. So when I pulled these 7 sheets out a bit to peak they fell over. Thankfully I jumped out of the way.
I didn't want to leave them like this for fear they would go through the wall so, while pouring sweat, I managed to get one sheet at a time back up, only smashing my finger once.
But the other end was still unstable so keeping my hand on it, pushing against it, I moved down to try and fix the bottom which was at an odd angle. At that point the seven sheets started to come down and I had nowhere to go. Well, nowhere to go but through the wall behind me.
Here is where words fail me. As it came over I screamed. My children all came running to find me trapped with 7 sheets of sheetrock sitting on my stomach and legs with all while my butt and back were wedged into that hole. I couldn't lift them off of me and it hurt. A lot.
My kids absolutely freaked out. I think they genuinely thought I was dying. I had been texting with my friend Kacy a second before and somehow my phone was still in my hand so I texted her that I needed help right away. Then I realized that text probably wasn't going to be effective so I called her and asked her to send her husband right away. They live a couple miles away and I don't know how well I communicated the gravity of what was going on ... but they came as fast as they could. After 10 minutes I started to have what I can only assume was a panic attack. I was trying to hard to be calm but I was scared and in pain and my kids were so scared too - I know we were feeding off each other. Finally it occurred to me that maybe a neighbor could help so I sent them running down to our neighbor who I knew would be strong enough to help. They all took off running and I can only imagine the scene that landed on Frank and Wendy's doorstep. About 15 minutes after I became trapped help came all at once and Patrick and Frank came in and were able to bust the sheetrock off of me.
I cannot describe the feeling when I was freed. My legs were so weak that Patrick pretty much carried me to the living room. I was trying to keep my teeth from chattering. Thankfully Wendy is a nurse and Patrick is a doctor so I was in good hands. Patrick ran home for his bag because he wanted to be sure I hadn't done any internal damage. My right side is very, very tender (more so this morning). He checked me all out though and we agreed I was ok. Just terrified. They stayed for a while to watch over me and be sure I was really ok. I'm so thankful for friends like this.
It was hard to sleep last night. I think I still had crazy adrenaline rushing through my system. This morning my ankle hurts, my side hurts, my elbow is pretty scraped up, and there is sheet rock all over my house. But I'm ok!
Now that I've written that I realize it isn't as funny as I'd hoped but seriously, can you not laugh a little at my dumbness. At least laugh at this picture that Jane Dare tried to take of me