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olorielJörg's mother almost got herself killed today.
Jörg is on night shift this week, so he uses forenoons for work on the house. Especially the flooring of the attic. And as his mother was free today as well, she came over to help.
Shortly after noon, I got a call. "We're on the way to the hospital; mother's fallen through the ceiling."
So what happened?
As you may remember, we'd already finished the bedroom ceiling: plasterboard with clay plaster. Above that, there's some space for insulation, and then there should have been the floorboards of the attic. Now they weren't there yet - Jörg and his mom meant to install them - and apparently while searching for something she totally forgot that the plasterboard may look nice and firm, but then so do clouds seen from a plane. She stepped onto the plasterboard and fell right through into our bedroom.
She's had a lot of luck then; had the door been ajar instead of wide open, she'd have hit her neck on the door; had she stepped just a little bit more to the side, she'd have landed on the bedframe. As it is, she's smashed her ankle joint and hit her head on the floor, but after the paramedics first suspected that she'd smashed a cervical and after she threatened to stop breathing while they'd drugged her to set her foot, "only" a fractured ankle joint is pretty much a relief.
She's lying in hospital now and bossing people (that is, Jörg, Jörg's brother and his wife who have come over from Paderborn, and me) around again, in as good a mood as you can be after such an accident, but, man. There was a lot of panic today. And our bedroom looks like a murder scene. >.
Jörg is on night shift this week, so he uses forenoons for work on the house. Especially the flooring of the attic. And as his mother was free today as well, she came over to help.
Shortly after noon, I got a call. "We're on the way to the hospital; mother's fallen through the ceiling."
So what happened?
As you may remember, we'd already finished the bedroom ceiling: plasterboard with clay plaster. Above that, there's some space for insulation, and then there should have been the floorboards of the attic. Now they weren't there yet - Jörg and his mom meant to install them - and apparently while searching for something she totally forgot that the plasterboard may look nice and firm, but then so do clouds seen from a plane. She stepped onto the plasterboard and fell right through into our bedroom.
She's had a lot of luck then; had the door been ajar instead of wide open, she'd have hit her neck on the door; had she stepped just a little bit more to the side, she'd have landed on the bedframe. As it is, she's smashed her ankle joint and hit her head on the floor, but after the paramedics first suspected that she'd smashed a cervical and after she threatened to stop breathing while they'd drugged her to set her foot, "only" a fractured ankle joint is pretty much a relief.
She's lying in hospital now and bossing people (that is, Jörg, Jörg's brother and his wife who have come over from Paderborn, and me) around again, in as good a mood as you can be after such an accident, but, man. There was a lot of panic today. And our bedroom looks like a murder scene. >.
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Date: 2007-09-04 06:28 pm (UTC)