HI. Where do I begin? I'm a roofing contractor working for my dad and have been since leaving school 14 years ago. I've got a loving, carrying wife who I love and a beautiful little daughter.
I lost my grandad to a sudden heart attack in early November which got me quite hard. It made me think about my own mortality a bit. Then in early December, a roof ladder I was using split, and I came off the roof and fell 30 feet. I dislocated my ankle, shattered my foot, broke the ball off the top of my femur and chipped 1 of my lower vertebrae. Pretty horrific injuries but nothing compared to what could have been. At first I was fine with it. I knew it could have been a lot worse and I thought I was lucky it hadn't been worse. I underwent surgery on my femur and my foot and within a week was out of hospital. I had to go back a week later for another operation on my foot which was an overnight stay but I was out on Christmas eve. I was told to keep my foot elevated and to wear a back brace until further notice and that I'd need another operation on my foot in 2-3 months. My parents were due to fly to Australia on boxing day to see my brother and niece, leaving me to run the family business. After discussing, we decided they should still go, as I have penty of family and friends to help out. Everything was going fine for the first couple of weeks. I had appointments to check on the progress of my foot which went well And I've had support from family and friends. I felt a bit up and down at times, mainly because I'm used to being physically active, and being stuck in the house is mental torture at times. But the past couple of weeks I've felt more low than high and have been fixated on what could have happened rather than what did happen. The other night I had dreamt that I fell and then it went to my wife trying to explain to our daughter that daddy was gone. I woke up and felt horrible. I can't shift it from my mind. I can't stop thinking about what could have happened. I should feel lucky. I survived an horrific fall and have a loving wife and daughter and lots of people to help. But I can't stop thinking about what could have been. I can't stop thinking about my daughter growing up without her daddy
I lost my grandad to a sudden heart attack in early November which got me quite hard. It made me think about my own mortality a bit. Then in early December, a roof ladder I was using split, and I came off the roof and fell 30 feet. I dislocated my ankle, shattered my foot, broke the ball off the top of my femur and chipped 1 of my lower vertebrae. Pretty horrific injuries but nothing compared to what could have been. At first I was fine with it. I knew it could have been a lot worse and I thought I was lucky it hadn't been worse. I underwent surgery on my femur and my foot and within a week was out of hospital. I had to go back a week later for another operation on my foot which was an overnight stay but I was out on Christmas eve. I was told to keep my foot elevated and to wear a back brace until further notice and that I'd need another operation on my foot in 2-3 months. My parents were due to fly to Australia on boxing day to see my brother and niece, leaving me to run the family business. After discussing, we decided they should still go, as I have penty of family and friends to help out. Everything was going fine for the first couple of weeks. I had appointments to check on the progress of my foot which went well And I've had support from family and friends. I felt a bit up and down at times, mainly because I'm used to being physically active, and being stuck in the house is mental torture at times. But the past couple of weeks I've felt more low than high and have been fixated on what could have happened rather than what did happen. The other night I had dreamt that I fell and then it went to my wife trying to explain to our daughter that daddy was gone. I woke up and felt horrible. I can't shift it from my mind. I can't stop thinking about what could have happened. I should feel lucky. I survived an horrific fall and have a loving wife and daughter and lots of people to help. But I can't stop thinking about what could have been. I can't stop thinking about my daughter growing up without her daddy
