I've been feeling more awake and more compos mentis today. And it's a good thing, because I just had a 'phone call from my elder brother, who is feeling completely dazed and discombobulated after falling on a wet floor at the sports centre, on the way out of a badminton match, and breaking his left wrist.
Big Bro has been pretty healthy and very active all his life (not like me, then!). He's only been an in-patient in hospital once, and that was just for day surgery. He's never had a plaster cast before. He sounds distinctly as if he's still in shock.
I've been where he is now, and anything I can do to help him, I will. But he has to do most of it by himself. Family and friends can be a big help, but no-one can take away the pain, or give you back the endless nights of poor (or no) sleep. Poor bloke; and because he's several hundred miles away I can't just drop everything and go straight round after work tonight, because I wouldn't be able to get back the same evening, and I have to be at work again tomorrow.
It certainly reminded me of how much worse life can be than just taking a week to get over an anaesthetic, though. Poor old Steve, he doesn't deserve this.