Today I tried to get up into the ceiling of my house, because two of the rooms smell like death and I think there's a rat or a possum that's died in the ceiling or in the wall. I had a bitch of a time getting the ladder into the bathroom where the access is because the ladder is bloody heavy and the bathroom is awkwardly shaped. I finally managed to get it into position but I couldn't secure it because there wasn't enough room to spread it apart to get the safety latches into position. I went up it anyway, and discovered that I was still too short to reach the crawlspace. Then, when I was going back down the ladder, it fell sideways and I ended up falling on my back into the bathtub. Now I'm developing some spectacular bruises, and the house still reeks. I guess we're lucky because it's winter and it's too cold for maggots and flies. I'm going to have to wait for my housemate to come home, and ask if he will go up into the crawlspace himself.
It really sucks being a shortarse and having to rely on guys to do shit for me. Bloody sexual dimorphism.
EDIT: Some hours later. I am in a good amount of pain. I only fell about four or five feet, but it hurts out of proportion to the fall. I haven't cracked my ribs or anything like that, but moving my arm at the shoulder pulls badly at the area I landed on. Bruises haven't come through at all, which is disappointing. If I'm going to hurt myself this badly, I want something colourful to look at. I will go to the doctor tomorrow, but I doubt there's anything to be done except call me an idiot and tell me to stay away from ladders.