My peach tree has been in desperate need of a cutting back because some of the branches are growing under the gutter (on the 2nd story). Several people have volunteered to help out since last time I ended up falling off the 12 ft ladder, bouncing and ending up in the ER.

Of course, every one of my volunteers bailed. (Am I shocked? No - rather typical)

So I climbed up the ladder myself. And up into the branches. I had apparently tapped into my inner monkey. As I was holding on with one arm to a branch and using the pruning hacker thingsy with the other, a yellow jacket buzzed me. And in dodging him, I lost my balance.

Gravity still works. I landed, rather ungracefully, on my left shoulder. Heard a not-good sound. Fortunately the sharp blade only scraped my stomach. The cats came over, eventually, to investigate. I can't move my shoulder/arm. Ouch is an understatement. Head hurts like a mutha. I hit it on one of the bricks that border the bed of the peach tree. Thrown up a couple of times. (Guessing that's not a good sign). I am NOT going to the ER. I don't care of blood is coming out of my ears. That place was a nightmare.

Light from 'puter hurting my eyes. Going to go lay down for a while. I'll watch Grease. That always makes me feel better.

To quote Gloria Gaynor, I will survive. And whoever said, what goes up must come down.

I'm looking for someone to do an exorcism of this tree. It's whack.