I am working on kitchen renovations and today I fell off the ladder. I am okay-ish, my fall was broken by the kitchen counter before I flipped off like WilE Coyote and hit the floor. Hard. I was sure I broke something vital, like my leg.
Thankfully my 16 year old was home. I shouted her name and she came barreling down from her room on the second floor.
Her first question was “should I call 911?”
My initial response “no — please get me a pillow and some ice for my hand.”