This next story is going to sound unbelievable, but you better believe it.
On Thursday, we were trying to move furniture from our basketball arena into our office. I had my student worker carrying a bookcase and I was carrying the shelves.
When the elevator got to the third floor, I let Ian out first (because what he was carrying was much bigger) and when I tried to get out of the elevator, I dropped the shelves in the threshold.
As I was trying to get the shelves moved, the elevator started buzzing because the door had been opened too long. It started forcing itself closed and I could do nothing to stop it.
The doors squashed my arm. I yanked it out.
Long story short, I’m in a splint up to my elbow with some possibly torn ligaments but no broken bones.