I went back to Lowes in a pick-up to buy the second load of gravel, “a thousand pounds”, but this time I would need to unload it by myself. I had the bright idea to unload it by the bucketful into a rolling trash can. You know the heaver duty kind that the city services use. The trash can held most of the gravel and I was able to pull the bag and pallet off the truck with a little help. After that I had trouble…
The trash can full of gravel was sitting just a little lopsided, kind of crooked from the concrete slab and other containers. Everyone that passed it noticed it! Especially me, the “off set” trash can, my anal problem, it was too much for me.
I have always been good with a hand truck “dollies”; you tip it back and balance the weight then move it forward. You see this coming, admit it!
This is the stupidest thing I have ever done. After a glass of red wine I passed by that can one too many times and move it! I am 5’3”, female and over 50 years old, I am not totally stupid, but that trash can pended me on the concrete in a New York minute! It had my right leg caught under the handle of the can and the gravel spilling all over me. I couldn’t move.
Try as I might…I was not able to dig, kick or beg my way out of that predicament. I lay there screaming for help five minutes or more before my daughter heard me “she is little and 12 years old”, there was no way she could help me by herself. She retrieved her daddy and a neighbor man. They were able to lift it just enough that I could crawl out.
It hurt me bad! I am getting well and still a trooper, but learned a valuable lesson. I will never attempt to move gravel in large quantities without help and the right equipment.