Attention Seeking

We were all sitting around in the kitchen on Friday night: my sisters, a partner, my son, Mellie (who returned from New York that afternoon). They are all here for mum's 70th (she had gone back to her hotel with her new man).
I was carrying some empty glasses back to the sink when I encountered a patch of sticky air, over which I duly tripped. Luckily, the wine glasses and my head striking the bottom of the kitchen trolley broke my fall, along with my shoulder. Having laid there stunned for a while, everyone helped me up and sat me down. Directly thereafter, I threw up enthusiastically in the loo. Then I discovered a wet patch on my trousers (ahem), which subsequently revealed it self to be blood from a 2 inch long gash above my knee, complete with pulsing flesh and muscle underneath, and a huge flap of loose skin. As people drifted off to bed, good sister decided to ring NHS direct, which prompted a 999 call, and the rapid visit of 2 paramedics, who decided I wasn't dead. even with a black eye, an egg on my head, a bruised shoulder and a gaping wound. They called for another ambulance driven by the excellent Martin, who is an expert on stitching. An hour and a half later, he had finished inserting various needles and 6 stitches, and went on his way at about 3.30 am. Good sister held my hand throughout, while Son held a torch for Martin as well as assuring me there few pain receptors in your knee (which is patently untrue, IMHO).
This didnt spoil Mum's birthday lunch on Saturday fortunately, as we all drove over the river so I didnt have to walk. And we had fireworks and Chinese lanterns later.
I am nursing a swollen inflamed knee, cant walk and have felt sick and headachy all day. Will probably have to visit the doctor tomorrow.