I didn't feel too bad when I woke up, but it went downhill from there. Headache, muscle ache, raised temperature, and - this features later - dizziness.
It seemed a good idea to drink plenty of fluids, take ibuprofen, and get back to bed to sleep it off, or at least get some rest. I'd managed to fall asleep by the time Jus got home, so I couldn't tell him how ill I'd been feeling. I woke up later feeling really wretched, so I called out to see if he was home - it was late enough that he should have been home by that time. No answer.
The brain becomes more than ordinarily foolish when one's unwell, so it seemed to me the sensible thing to do to go downstairs and tell him that I wasn't well. Three steps down the stairs I fell. Halfway down my left leg got twisted under me somehow.
The reason he hadn't heard me was that he'd wanted not to disturb me, and so had been wearing his headphones while watching a DVD. Very sensible and kind, but...
Anyway, nothing broken, plenty bruised though, and I've still got the headache etc from before. Meh.
I'm fine, I promise, but I'm going back to bed, so no phone calls of sympathy, please! Falling over once is enough :D