I'm probably being melodramatic, but indulge me. I was admitted to hospital on Monday with pneumonia. Discharged on Wednesday, to continue oral antibiotics at home, still (needless to say) feeling weak and generally shit. My partner has been looking after me and I was gradually feeling a bit stronger. Then, yesterday early evening I decided to go for a quick 5 minute walk to the shops because the weather was so lovely and I thought it would be good to get some air.
I was wearing these long floaty trouser things, and in my clumsiness (probably worsened by the pneumonia) I tripped over the ends and met the pavement with my face, smashing my front teeth. I went back to the hospital last night to see the emergency dentist, but of course I won't be able to get it properly sorted until tomorrow due to the Bank Holiday. I look like a meth-smoking hillbilly and am feeling entirely sorry for myself.