I take back anything I said about living with the mess and the leak and it being stressful. That wasn't stressful and the reason I know this is because yesterday at 7.45am one of my builders slipped and fell from the roof 30ft onto the concrete path in front of the house.
Trying to calm a man who doesn't speak English (I still don't speak Polish) who has clearly at least badly broken a leg but who I'm more worried may have spine/neck/brain injuries, whilst he's making a heart and stomach-wrenching howling pain noise as we wait for an ambulance, is something I really never want to have to do again. Please don't get me wrong, of course it was about a bazillion times worse for him. Of course. But I just felt crap and helpless and well....overwhelmingly guilty. Once the (amazing) ambulance crew arrived (and in amazingly short time too) and got his clothes cut off, neck brace on, morphine in, oxygen on, then stretchered him to the ambulance then hospital, it just hit me how terrible and accident it was and how lucky he was to be alive at all and I just went into shock for a bit.
He's going to be okay. Miraculously really, he's seemingly escaped with a nasty ankle break but no other real damage.
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