I was ill over the weekend, culminating with my passing out, falling down a few stairs and splitting my forehead. I got up, assured my mother, who had rushed from her office when she heard the crash, that I was okay, then collapsed on her, knocking her down and bruising her ribs. A few minutes later I tried walking and fell down again, this time breaking my finger. Etc., etc, twice more.
The fainting seems to have passed and Ma seems sore, but alright, but I have to address the finger break, which hurts like hell and is looking pretty ugly today. So it’s off to the doctor, or worse, if he doesn’t have X-ray equipment (do GPs still have x-ray equipment?) the Greenwich Hospital, which will doubtless consume most of the morning. Typing is definitely slowed down with this finger too, damn it.