Once upon a peaceful Saturday morning...

...the Murphys went to the ER - again. I know you are tired of hearing that, SO I will spare you the bore of having to slave through this shaken mom's post traumatic stress jabberings, and let the pictures of the day tell the tale.

A little bit of essential background:

The tribe has been doing construction on an “apartment complex” in the back yard. A slight architectural miscalculation led to a “roof tile” giving way when stepped upon.  The result was an 8 foot free fall and a scary back injury - the extent of which could not immediately be determined. After much deliberation it was concluded that Professional Movers had to be called in. 

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The "apartment complex" and site of injury.
A dear friend (and nurse) helps to calm the injured.

The "Professional Movers" assessing the situation.

Stabilized and wrapped up like roly-poly pudding.

Loading the "moving van".

Awaiting X-ray results.

The look he gave his mom when she asked a very silly question : whether he will from now on stay away from heights?
I think not.  

Checked out of ER - rather stiff, but with spinal cord and vertebrae in tact.