The ambulance did fine for me, that's all I'll say, without blasting my medical miseries from here to South Korea.
I will only narrate this lovely moment, as three medics stood by my bedside contemplating the consequences of a demolished Grit. They suggest one scenario from here is a hospital stay, so be prepared. I attempt to make light of it by quipping that looking after the house will be easy! I tidied up already!
There is a moment of shocked silence as everyone contemplates the train crash of my bedroom floor. I feebly add, 'I meant downstairs'.