Fell downstairs again.

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So, yesterday I have a bath and stupidly decide I need to go downstairs before I am dry. I fell from the top to the bottom of the stairs. The lawn mower was at the bottom of the stairs as I need to sort out the lobby and all the coats that fell down. The lawnmower fell on me and narrowly missed the Freya the Catblog Cat. So did the folding armchair. The doctor said to call an ambulance. Great drivers but the poor things had been given a rickety and squeaky old thing to drive. They took me in on a stretcher and onto a bed in "minors." I was so bruised I was grateful to kerp lying down. My left hand is out of action. I woke up the nerve damage from the last fall. My left index finger is very bruised but thankfully not broken. My right hip is bruised and all sorts of other bruises are surfacing but thankfully nothing got broken. I have strong pain meds. Everything us hazy. I'm resting up today. Freya the Catblog Cat is kindly keeping me company. Memo to self. Do not come downstairs in a bath robe with wet feet. It is embarrasing to need an ambulance when you are practically naked!