Next Time We Hire a Guy

Before we left for KY last fall, I promised Angie we would paint the bedrooms when we came back. Last week, in the midst of all my complaining about it, I explained if something happened to Angie I would likely never paint a room again in my lifetime. Its just not my thing.

I suppose it looks fine when its done but I don't find myself feeling more "settled" or "at home" simply because a room has been repainted. The room having a TV or wireless internet is much more important to me.

So, keeping good on my promise (even though admittedly I was being a real jerk about it) we got started painting. In the beginning things went pretty well (except for the part where I was complaining and being a jerk).

Not too long after this picture was taken, Angie and I swapped jobs and I started doing the trim work and not rolling.
To give you an accurate idea of what you shouldn't do, I was on this five-step ladder ... standing on the very top with my head pushing into the 10 foot ceiling and painting the trim. On one trip down to move the ladder, everything sort went went a little crazy. Turns out the leg had buckled and down I went with my right side crashing onto the ladder leg.
After a few moments of me trying to stand, then rolling around, and yelling I finally settled down. Angie and Caleb got me a pillow and some ice while we tried to assess the damage. We determined it was bad enough that I couldn't stand and needed real help. We were headed to the ER.
My family lovingly jumped into action doing some important things (like smoothing out the walls where I spilled all the paint, cleaning the green paint of Bethany's white bed, and making pictures of me in agony). This is me being loaded into the car so Angie and Anthony can take me to the ER.
We got quick care and after some ginger poking, an attempt at cleaning, some x-rays, and a shot we were ready to head back home. Five days later I am regaining some mobility and can actually get out of a chair with little to no assistance now.

Now I'm not a person who believes in karma but if I had it to do over again, I would actually just paint and not complain so much. I would definitely not say, "I will get this room painted today if it kills me." Because it just might.