"Wimp! You had nothing to worry about! Even if the ladder did dump you, it's only ten feet or so!"
That guy, on his 40th birthday, fell about as far as I would have fallen had the ladder in the staircase dumped me. He did the simulation with the dummy to show everyone what happened, because he didn't have a camera on when it did (or if he did, the footage was unusable for this or that reason).
He broke his femur, badly enough that he had a 6-inch incision in his hip where they operated on him to get him patched back together. From a 10-foot fall.
And he's forty, ten years younger than I am.
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Well, today is the last day of November, already. Where did the month go?
Plus side, while firing up Netflix to watch another ep of Hinterland the other day (Welsh name: Y Gwyll) I saw that Broadchurch season 3 has already made it there. So once I'm finished with Y Gwyll's 3rd season I'll have that to watch.
Interestingly enough, Y Gwyll means "the Dusk". And here I thought I'd learned the Welsh word for "hinterland". Looks like they use "Y" for "the", anyway.
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Well, I'm starting to look forward to Christmas. I guess that's something.
