So, what happened was, I was dewebbing some eaves, and I tripped over what I thought was a curb, but it turned out to be a ledge.

F**ked up beyond all recognition (or repair, depending on who you ask).

In my case, not much. My dominant arm is FUBAR.

You think that's bad, my great grandfather, who worked on a farm, got up to some pretty ridiculous shit.

In my case it is a difficult choice. On one hand, working while physically crippled is not advised, but on the other, I don't want to spend several weeks dealing with boredom, isolation, sobriety, and depression.