He fell from the third landing from the top. Yeah, he fell a long way. As you can see from the picture, I am sitting on that same landing he fell from. He landed at the bottom by the left stringer.
When we erected these steps, we told Ma and Pa to not go down these steps since it will be dangerous for them to go down the steps without a handrail system. If anyone needed to go to the garage, to go out the front driveway where the terrain is a gentle slope with no steps.
Luckily, my FIL was with Toby and had his cellphone with him. When he fell, he yelled to reach my MIL, who was inside and couldn't hear his voice.
My FIL tried calling my MIL on her cellphone, but she wouldn't answer.
Then, he called my BroIL and got him and AllA to come over and assist him and they called 911.
When he was lying prostrate on ground, Toby thought my FIL was wanting to play. Fortunately, Toby probably saved my FIL by licking his bloody face and keeping him from losing consciousness. Come to find out that Toby started barking at the back door to alert my MIL, but she just took it as if Toby was just barking in general.
I get home from work around 4:00 p.m. and I noticed my BroIL's truck in the driveway. I park my truck in the carport and notice track marks in the gravel. Handtruck? Somebody moving?
As I made my way to the backdoor, I notice more tracks in the gravel in the Zen garden. One of the old diningroom chairs off to the left of the stars as you face it. I spot droplets of blood on the last landing and on the gravel.
I run inside and there was a message on the landline phone from my wife telling me what had happened. She said she left a voicemail message on my cellphone. I get my cellphone and I had three messages.
He was taken to the Kaiser emergency room by ambulance. Had I known what had happened I would have met them there.
They did a CAT scan of his head to see if there was any internal hemorraghing. Nothing.
He is home now.
He looks like he got into a bad bar fight.
I told him, "You're no Superman!"
This is reminiscent of the time my MIL took a header on August 10, 2009, into the hallway floor while trying to climb over the gate to keep Toby from running around the house.
I feel real bad that we didn't completely finish this project earlier in May like we had planned.
