It started with the up pipe bolts on the 6.0 I am working on,two had to be cut PITA. Finally get the hoist on the motor,slowly working out of that ignorant hole that some engineer calls an engine compartment. The hoist looses pressure and packs it in... The motor is half way out and I am fugged! So I admit defeat and clean up my tools, put them away and call it a day. I get half way home spinning along at a 100 km in the toyota that I borrowed (my fass was suppose to be here thursday but it isn't) and bang a blow out! So I get the car pulled over pull the spare and jack out and get to changing the flat. Get the tire off about the same time a nasty wind hits the back of the opened hatch, the jack digs in and the car drops.. Well at this point all I can do is laugh, nobody got hurt life goes on and I got cold beer. What a day! Anyone else got a story to make me laugh?Man I need a good laugh right about now.

 

I have had those days..... cheers to you.
Don't waste your money on a lottery ticket tonight.

 

Brickie- sorry to hear about your bad luck. I know how you feel, at least you can laugh about it. Better days are coming for us all!

 

Funny you said that.I stopped and bought one at the corner store on the way home.LOL I figured all my bad luck is all ready used up for today.

 

Either that or you are due for some Karma. Good luck tonight and tomorrow.

 

Oh man that was a rough one. Sounds like me on a vacation. The emergency room always calls my name.

Good uh no never mind.

 

Glad you weren't hurt. I was working underneath my 1987 full size Chevy K5 Blazer years back that had the rear end torn up. Both rear wheels were off and the truck was on jack stands. Well I needed a tool so I got out from under it. Soon as I stood up the truck shifted on the jack stands and it came smashing down right were I was. I would have been crushed and nobody would have been home for hours. I took that as a sign to let someone else fix my truck lol.

 

Somehow I've only had one car fall. I was working on one of my rx7's with both of the front hubs off and jackstands on all four corners. I was trying to get something loose in the enginebay with some force when boom. For some reason it fell backwards instead of forwards. Luckily I had the motor out of it and it wasn't to hard to lift up enough to get the jack back underneath it. It was definitely one of those moments where I stood there for a minute with a ratchet in my hand and just had to go "what the **** just happened?"

As far as having 500 things go wrong... had plenty of those especially doing snow removal. Most recent was one night I had my truck go down. All my other trucks were in the for the night so I had to go and get my moms jeep to check some properties since her house was closest to where I was. Well I'm checking my last property when all the electrical shuts off. I found someone to jump me and give me enough charge to drive home (without any lights/heat at 3am in the morning) I replace the alternator and start it back up. I had put the belt on wrong (you shouldn't work on things that require at least some thought when you've been up for 2 days straight) well it snapped and cut through 2 AC lines spraying freon EVERYWHERE. Alternator repair ended up costing me somewhere around 2grand since I cut through the 2 longest AC lines and had to special order them from jeep.

 

Hey, brickie! Don't sweat it man - it could have been a lot worse.



































It could have happened to me

 

Sounds like a scene outta Planes, Trains, and Automobiles...Can't get any worst... right?

 

Brickie, I 've had those days too! Have a Labatts or a Molson, and chalk it off as a bad day. Remember when things go bad, it's always possible they can go worse. dfooch hit the nail on the head with Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. It won't get worse unless you sell shower curtain rings!

 

Ever watch the old television show "Cheers"? That is me when I walk into the emergency room at the hospital. Everybody knows my name.

You go through spells where it seems anything stupid will happen. Magical tools disappear when you look for them, take a short break and they will reappear right where you left them. As of late I have been doing well and have had no "incidents" to speak of, so I probably am due because the nurses at the hospital have been missing me.

 

Sounds kind of like that "Tool Time" show. I am glad you did not get hurt.

 

Not a funny story as requested, but it's a story.

I broke my neck playing rugby in 1993. Contrary to what some people believe, you can survive such a thing. To wit, three of my teammates did the same over a two-year period. All of us are still walking.

So I've got a fusion in my neck. No big deal I guess. About six years ago I went to the doc whining about a little bit o'pain and these stupid fingers going to sleep. He did some tests and I discovered I wasn't as strong as I thought I was. Apparently I'd developed my "weak" hand skills up to compensate for loss of strength and dexterity in what would normally be the strong side.

So anyway, he shows me an x-ray of my neck and basically says "You've really made a mess of this you know. If I fuse this, and this, and this and this - you might feel relief where you're feeling pain now, but we'll be opening up problems here and there..."

"Some choices doc".

"Oh, and if we do go through with this, you're likely not going to be able to turn your head much. If at all."

So we decided to treat my problems with anti-inflammatories and some personal PT routines until I get to the point we HAVE to start fuzing vertebrae up. Six years on and I'm hanging in there. The hand takes a nap every now and then, but I just take that as my clue to slow down a little bit. I'm only 43 - hopefully got a long ways to go. Pain doesn't seem so bad when you know what the alternative is.

I won't travel without a special pillow. Call me a wimp, but I know one night on a hotel pillow and I'll wake up in a knot.

Stress is waking up with your head screwed into an erector set. Helplessness is living alone, and having to stay with a friend so he can change your bandages from another back surgery in his living room. Shame is bleeding all over his carpet as the drain tube the surgeon left flips out and does it's job - and my buddy wasn't prepared for that. Helplessness is lying there while his girlfriend holds a towel below the tube as he runs out to his car to get more supplies. Humility is seeing what others will do for you when you cannot do for yourself. Love is what makes all of it come together.

Any day on the green side of the grass is a good day.

 

wow, thats a story! life is good when your not pushin daisies.