Just got back from a trip to A&E.
Foolishly managed to slip up in our kitchen, landing with the metal edge of a step getting a bit over-friendly with the back of my head.
Cue a trip to A&E, X-Rays and three stitches. Feeling a bit woozy now, and a bit of an idiot. I think I’ll be OK, though. Ouch.
Ah, ya wussie, its just a graze, like.