Taking down a chimney reminds me of an incident that happened to my dad, many years ago. I must have been about 13 or 14 at the time. Anyway, my Dad used to work for Ford at the assembly plant in Dallas. They would go on strike every few years, and when they did, he would take on odd jobs. He had a good friend that owned a farm outside of town. There was an old house on the property that he wanted to tear down, and hired my dad to do it. I was along to help one day. Inside the house, my dad had chiseled enough of the old fireplace and the supporting structure to bring the whole thing, chimney and all, down inside the house. He made me stay outside, removed the supports and ran outside real quick to avoid the bricks and debris falling inside. The only thing he didn't count on, was that the chimney itself rolled off the roof.
You guessed it, it fell on him after he ran out the door. Luckily, he was wearing a hardhat, but it got his shoulders and back as well. Knocked the breath out of him, but he was able to hobble to the car. But by the time we got there, he was hurting pretty bad and in no shape to drive. No one was at home at the time and we were out in the country with no homes nearby. I knew the way to the hospital, and drove him there. He had an overnight stay, and seems he was laid up for a week or so.
Steve