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After the Fall: Construction Injury Lifeline – Lost Wages, Chronic Pain, PTSD & the Fight to Get Your Life Back
Dear Friend,
The ambulance doors slammed shut.
The fluorescent lights of the ER blurred.
And in that moment, the only thing louder than the monitors was the question screaming in your head:
“What happens now?”
We’re Alla Kleban, Esq. and Lana Aronov, and we’ve sat at too many kitchen tables after the dust has settled—after the stitches, the casts, the “you’re lucky to be alive.”
We’ve seen the ripple.
We’ve felt it with you.
And we’re here to walk you through every wave, from the hospital bed to the place you call home.
The First Ripple: Lost Wages → Overdue Rent
You were the one who always made sure the lights stayed on.
Now the paycheck stops, but the bills don’t.
We’ve watched strong men stare at eviction notices with tears they’d never shed on a jobsite.
“I built that high-rise,” one told us. “Now I can’t pay for my daughter’s inhaler.”
We fight for lost wages—past, present, and future.
We calculate every missed overtime, every side gig you can’t do with a shattered knee.
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The Second Ripple: Chronic Pain → Sleepless Nights
The X-ray heals. The pain doesn’t.
It’s 3 a.m. and your back screams louder than the baby monitor ever did.
You shift. You wince. You count ceiling tiles instead of sheep.
We fight for pain and suffering damages—not as a line item, but as your stolen nights.
The Third Ripple: PTSD → Flinching at Loud Noises
You used to laugh when the compressor kicked on.
Now a car backfiring sends your heart racing and your hands over your head.
We build the PTSD claim with your words: “I flinch when my son slams a door. That’s not me.”
Because mental scars deserve compensation too.
Back at the Kitchen Table
That’s where the real recovery happens.
Where your little girl draws you a new hard hat with a smiley face.
Where your wife finally exhales when the mail brings a settlement check—not a shut-off notice.
Where you realize: You’re not broken. You’re rebuilding.
Compensation isn’t just money—
It’s groceries. It’s therapy. It’s hope.
It’s the difference between surviving and living.
If you’re reading this from a hospital bed, a recliner, or a kitchen table stacked with bills…
Pick up the phone.
Not for a lawsuit.
For a lifeline.
We’ll sit with you—right there at that table.
We’ll listen.
We’ll fight.
And we won’t stop until your life looks like yours again.
With you every step of the way,
Kleban Law Group
The lawyers who keep a spare hard hat in the office—just in case you want to show us where it happened.
