I had a drum that was stored on a huge wardrobe and was pretty unstable. One day, as i opened the wardrobe, the drum fell on my head. I laugh about it today because fortunately, the wound was not as severe as i though at first.
I had a drum that was stored on a huge wardrobe and was pretty unstable. One day, as i opened the wardrobe, the drum fell on my head. I laugh about it today because fortunately, the wound was not as severe as i though at first.
Many years ago I was painting stars on a bedroom ceiling for my oldest’s third birthday. I had been running the ceiling fan in the room for all the other painting to help it dry faster, and it didn’t occur to me that running the fan while I was on a ladder painting stars on the ceiling wasn’t a good idea.
To be fair, I got most of them done before it went bad.
The ceiling fan hit me in the head, and I heard a stadium crowd cheering the home run as I flew off the ladder and landed on my back.
I managed to get a bruise that went around the front of my head. It looked like my skull had flexed.
I decided I had painted enough that day.
Reminds me of when I was installing the lights in my apartment (germany: people take their light fixtures with them…)
I asked my gf at the time: “Can you turn off the breaker for the lights?”
“Done!” she says, so I take the red live wire and the black live wire and I - <BWAP>
Woke up on the floor, the ladder still standing. ‘Done’ apparently meant ‘Consider it done’