Our basement has grid drop ceiling tiles that were installed in the mid-60's. Nothing special; I think they're called mineral fiber? panels with thin, aluminum crossbeams. But these are also punctuated by heavy, metal light boxes that provide the lighting. Back before Thanksgiving, Mr. Z and I had to take apart something in the basement, which meant a couple of sections of said-ceiling were now unbalanced. We had a wood beam propping up the crossbeams, and we've been trying to get the pieces we need to repair the ceiling.
In a unfortunate domino effect earlier this evening, Li'l Z bumped into something in the basement, that bumped into another thing, that knocked said wood beam loose, and the ceiling started to collapse. I was able to catch the row that held the light box and get Li'l Z out of the way, but as I was supporting it and trying to think of a way to get the beam back in place, the damn row collapsed the the light box fell right on me. Fortunately, it doesn't seem like I'm going to need stitches, but poor Li'l Z was shaken up because Mr. Z wasn't home, and he had to help me clean up the bleeding wounds I had on my head and lower back.
Hours later, my head and back still hurt, and Mr. Z says it looks like the lower back cut may leave me with a gnarly scar. And I have an even bigger mess to deal with in the basement. Not how I wanted to start my weekend.
