While moving my computer and office stuff to our new office (in the rain) I slipped on some painted wooden stairs while carrying my G5 and landed on my back and upper hip area. Nobody was around to see it, and I found myself at the bottom of the stairs completely in shock at what had just happened.
When I say "found myself" I realize I don't remember actually getting to the bottom only that I was laying on the floor at the bottom of the stairs with my cell phone in hand. For some reason, I called Chas, the sales guy in the office. Not an ambulance or 911, but Chas. So strange. I don't remember what I said to him, but I was babbling about helping me with my computer and I had fallen. As I was talking to him I was thinking "why am I calling him?" and I had to call him back to assure him I was fine and not to drive out to Ross just to marvel at my skinned knee.
I thought I'd write about it just now as I'm taking a round of aspirins because it just occurred to me how funny it was I had called him. He's a good guy to call when you're in trouble, I think.
Anyway, I'm in a terrible amount of pain, but I'm happy that my G5 started up like nothing was wrong, and I didn't break any bones. I got a crazy hip bruise that makes a crackling noise when I poke it (dried blood?) and my shin looks like I've taped a strip of beef jerky to it, but otherwise I'm okay.
I'm probably obligated to point out that Chas will not only drive to Ross to help you with your broken G5 but he'll give you a great deal on some weblog sponsorship. You too can Call Chas!