Quote:
Originally posted by angeleyes
Handi-Girl... I swear I must be the biggest clutz on earth. First a few months ago--I ran into my end table and screwed my knee up which left the glass cracked and me wearing a brace that went from my hip to my ankle....2 months after that I tripped and fell into the already broken end table and got stiches in my hip and arm and then had to have tendon repair surgery from the laceration and then yesterday I broke my toe so I'm stuck wearing this ever-so-attractive orthopedic shoe. I'm thinking of installing padded walls in my my apartment.
Anyone else having an unlucky year so far?
|
1994 was an interesting time for me (as the Chinese would say).
March: x-country ski accident: tore a ligament, was in crutches for three months, and have to wear a brace for some activities since then.
August 13: crashed in a plane. Broke: neck, back, arm, sternum and ripped the skin from my shins from the knee down to my ankles. I spent three months in a rigid corset with a head rack (luckily, I didn't have to wear a Halo, that thigie that gets bolted into your cranium)
Everything re-glued properly.
From the accident, I have no sequels albeit an uncanny ability to accurately predict next day's weather as accurately as my 90 y.o. grand'ma. I "feel" the weather in my back.
13's not my lucky day, but I survived.
The title of my fave song at that time should be obvious.
Mind you, the pilot just broke a leg and a few ribs. I was *unlucky* to get so injured.
The pilot had no insurance. The airplane was 70% destroyed. I could have sued him out of his fingernails.
Instead, I and about 20 other volunteers pitched in about 2500 hours of volunteer work. I re-machined the whole landing gear and any metal part that required fabrication. I put in total between 200 and 300 hours of work. It took me one year before I got enough endurance to perform an 8h day of work.
The plane was back to flying status 16 months after the crash.
It flies better than before the crash. We *made* it better than it was, and it was already very well made.
Two years day for day after the crash, on the same summer weekend sunday, the annual barbecue event at this airport, I as the passenger and the same pilot (owner of the plane) went back in and landed at the stame strip of the same airport, crossing over the same wires we got snagged into two summer before. Upon landing, the crowd of amateur and experimental aircraft community gave us a tremendous applauze.
Everybody celebrated and the hot dogs and hamburgers and lemodade were free for us !
It was a majestic middle finger salute to the fickle finger of fate !
I'm changing my name to...
Linear Mode
