"Anyone else done something similar you KNEW wasn't going turn out well?"
Ooohhhh nnnnoooo, I can't think of any.
When I was 14, I think the very first time I did a dumb thing and knew I was doing a dumb thing was when the 190 XT tie rod broke. I took out the trusty three pound sledge out of the tool box that was next to the ubiquitous pliers and baling wire and proceeded to whack upward on the thing trying to pop it out. About the time I realized this was really stupid the hammer was about three inches from my forehead. About fifteen minutes later I awakened in a pool of red stuff I finally realized was blood, MY blood.
Since the tractor won't go, I had to walk home. No one was home so I walked to the next farm and the lady took one look at me and screamed. Then she recognized me and handed me a bowl of water and a washcloth. I guess I was a sight after a scalp wound in a used-to-be white T shirt.
Later on in life
As a security technician, I had the opportunity to use ladders in my work. I hate them! I am retired now and paying the price for three major ladder falls. The last one took me three years to recover and get back to work and my wife got a house from the ordeal.
The situation was, I was wanting to get to the landing above me and there was a fella climbing down the ladder. (How do you climb down?)
Anyway, he got off the ladder and I grabbed it and climbed up. When I got to the landing, I say landing because there were no walls for the ladder to lean against, I saw the ladder twitch and the last little bit of three inches of the landing was the only thing holding up that ladder.
I said to myself, self, you had better climb back down very carefully or you are in . . .crash!
Somehow I got my leg twisted with a spiral fracture, broken back broken right shoulder, broken knee, and broken spirit.
During my recovery, I had a heart attack and drove myself to the heart hospital. The doctor hooked up some cables to me and said, "Sir, you are having a heart attack." My reply was, "I wasn't until you just told me, now I am." Three days and a quad bypass later, I'm good until they yank out my drain tubes. Holy mother of $$^&*&&^^! I swear I started speaking in tongues. The heart attack pain was nothing compared to that.
I like the way they did it too. "OK sir, we are about ready to take out those darn tubes, are you RIP! RIP! ready?"