What do this blue bucket, these rocks, and this 90º corner of the tailgate of a pickup have in common?
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I received permission from a job site superintendent to gather as many of these granite boulders as I needed/wanted for a drainage project that I needed to do on the rear corner of my property. The job site had what was nearly an acre of them, and probably 15' deep over that acre, the result of blasting giant house size boulders.
So, I decided to try to gather them all in the same day (yeah, right).
The rocks were really large, bigger than I can lift. I did this routine all day lng, and I was tired; tired enough to make stupid decisions.
Decision:
I needed to get into the bed of the truck to remove a couple of rocks that were forward and centered in the bed. So, what do I do?
I grabbed the Lowes bucket, and decided to use it as a step into the bed.
Now, for some back story...
I'm always on Sarge, the Spousal Unit, to make sure that she doesn't grab some random itme around the house to reach for something on that top shelf. I implore to her that that is a sure way to fall, and injure ones self.
So, I grab the Lowes bucket, and use it to step into the bed; It worked all day, and, worked well the day before as well. So here goes.
I step onto the bucket, step up onto the bed, with one foot. While I was balanced on one foot on the bucket, stepping off of it, it exploded, and I started to fall, straight down, vertically. The tailgate came up right between my legs, and it caught me with its full unmoving, uncaring, self. It caught me right in the junk.
So, I'm dangling by my boys on the corner of the tailgate, with all of my 350lbs, for what seemed like hours (merely a split fraction of a second), and I can feel the stucco-like bed liner, the sharp corner, etc. The tailgate is quite high, about mid-abdoment to me (6'6" me)
Finally, the corner of the tailgate decided to let go of my junk, which was a relief, believe me. But, the tailgate wasn't exactly through with me just yet, no.
The tailgate released its hold on my junk, and, I fell vertically another couple of inches, when the corner of the tailgate grabbed ahold of my belly, just below the belly button, and I painfully dangled in that position for the next coiuple of hours (mere split second, in reality), before the tailgate released me from that second grasp. At that point, I proned out to a horizontal attitude, still haveing not fallen, or touched the ground. When I went prone, I finally was able to fall that 3'+ to the ground, landing squarely on my back, and feeling that breath being forced from my lungs.
There was a ring of dust that rose up, and, began to settle out. I was laying there, hoping that when I tried for a breath, that I would actually be able to get a breath. I was shocked when I realized that I could still breath.
What is the first thing that I hear?
Sarge: Would you like a ladder or stepstool to get into your truck bed, so that you don't fall? She had seen the fall from the very instant that it started.
OK,.... now I wish that I couldn't get my breath back, and that there would be a merciful quick end to follow.
My first words...
I think I nutted myself.
In the fall, I had completely torn away a pair of nylon shorts. The only thing holding them on was the waistband.
The tailgate had gotten ahold of my junk, and had torn a line straight up and down, leaving a deep, but not a complete tear. It was a deep laceration, but, not an open gaping hole. Somehow righty went right, and lefty, went left, and they avoided the can opener of the tailgate. But, their warm fuzzy little home didn't fair as well. THere was blood, and a fair amount of it.
So, what do you do when the tailgate can opener tears you junk open? Why, you go to the bathroom, and you pull out the Isopropyl Alcohol, and you liberally poutr it on, to sterilize the area, of course.
Let me tell you, that was probably not the wisest thing to do. Pain? I'm tellin' you what. That alcohol was intense.
Then I went to the dresser, grabbed some tighty whities to act as a bandaid, grabbed another pair of shorts, and I went and got another load of rocks.... But not before I cleaned the blood, skin, and hairs, off of the corner of the tailgate.
Suggestion: Don't use Lowes buckets as stepstools.