Gravity sucks...
So... at the risk of opening myself up to even MORE ridicule from those around me, I have a wee bit of an update.
We had a burglary-in-progress call in a neighborhood that is not known for such calls, but is near enough an area that we've been having problems with to be taken seriously. I was up the street, so I responding as a backup for the primary officer, but ended up arriving first. I sent the civilians who were lurking around back into their houses, officers who responded surrounded the house, we made a textbook entry and takedown of the suspect, but there was still possibly unknown others in the house, so we had to check the whole thing.
Including the attic. My partner was standing by with the shotgun and dropped the ladder for me, and I poked my head up. And saw that the attic had lots of hidey-holes where people could be hiding, so the usual "turkey-peek" wouldn't suffice. Fuck. So my fat ass climbs up inside, walks along the VERY narrow plywood planking covering the beams, checking all the spots, before determining that the attic was clear.
I had JUST holstered my weapon, told my partner that the attic was clear, and begun walking back when either the plank shifted under me, or I misjudged exactly HOW narrow it was... and I ended up dropping through the drywall.
Only partway, because I was able to get my left arm braced "chicken-wing" style, so I stopped short of falling though completely. My partner says that he asked if I was okay several times, but I only heard him once, and I answered up, after I levered myself up. I didn't really notice anything wrong until I got down the ladder, and then my shoulder started hurting a little. And sort of not working properly.
FYI, the hole looked huge. Especially when I looked again and noticed that it was right over the stairwell. If I'd dropped all the way, that would have sucked, a LOT. My Chamsa came through again. (I'll talk about that another time.)
In the end, my sergeant insisted on calling EMS to check me out, EMS insisted on taking me to the ER (they were trying to take me on the backboard, because I told them that my back was hurting a bit. THAT wasn't going to happen.) The ER took some X-rays, and everything checked out okay there, apart from the pain and such, so they sent me to an orthopedist. They've recommended an MRI, which I'm waiting to get scheduled for, and Physical Therapy, which starts on Monday.
In the meantime, I'm on Light Duty (aka Desk Work). So. Boring.
Just a wee update, letting y'all know I'm still kicking, albeit through holes in people's ceilings.
(Incidentally, those poor old folks are more terrified that I'm going to sue them than angry over any damage to their ceiling. Bless them for their concern. I feel like an ass over the whole thing.)
We had a burglary-in-progress call in a neighborhood that is not known for such calls, but is near enough an area that we've been having problems with to be taken seriously. I was up the street, so I responding as a backup for the primary officer, but ended up arriving first. I sent the civilians who were lurking around back into their houses, officers who responded surrounded the house, we made a textbook entry and takedown of the suspect, but there was still possibly unknown others in the house, so we had to check the whole thing.
Including the attic. My partner was standing by with the shotgun and dropped the ladder for me, and I poked my head up. And saw that the attic had lots of hidey-holes where people could be hiding, so the usual "turkey-peek" wouldn't suffice. Fuck. So my fat ass climbs up inside, walks along the VERY narrow plywood planking covering the beams, checking all the spots, before determining that the attic was clear.
I had JUST holstered my weapon, told my partner that the attic was clear, and begun walking back when either the plank shifted under me, or I misjudged exactly HOW narrow it was... and I ended up dropping through the drywall.
Only partway, because I was able to get my left arm braced "chicken-wing" style, so I stopped short of falling though completely. My partner says that he asked if I was okay several times, but I only heard him once, and I answered up, after I levered myself up. I didn't really notice anything wrong until I got down the ladder, and then my shoulder started hurting a little. And sort of not working properly.
FYI, the hole looked huge. Especially when I looked again and noticed that it was right over the stairwell. If I'd dropped all the way, that would have sucked, a LOT. My Chamsa came through again. (I'll talk about that another time.)
In the end, my sergeant insisted on calling EMS to check me out, EMS insisted on taking me to the ER (they were trying to take me on the backboard, because I told them that my back was hurting a bit. THAT wasn't going to happen.) The ER took some X-rays, and everything checked out okay there, apart from the pain and such, so they sent me to an orthopedist. They've recommended an MRI, which I'm waiting to get scheduled for, and Physical Therapy, which starts on Monday.
In the meantime, I'm on Light Duty (aka Desk Work). So. Boring.
Just a wee update, letting y'all know I'm still kicking, albeit through holes in people's ceilings.
(Incidentally, those poor old folks are more terrified that I'm going to sue them than angry over any damage to their ceiling. Bless them for their concern. I feel like an ass over the whole thing.)