I'm living proof that pred thins our skin, so all of you, take warning by me...
Yesterday while at a friend's house, I clumsily tripped up while going into her kitchen from the garden, landing on the floor. My left calf fell on the base of the upvc door frame (which doesn't have a sharp edge) and it cut a long deep slice through the flesh like a knife through butter. It wasn't a serious heavy fall from a height, just a trip, and while I expected it to bruise badly, I certainly didn't anticipate anything like that.
This morning I'm feeling pretty shaken and have a week's worth of antibiotics to take on top of everything else and a pair of crutches to make friends with, but it could be so much worse. As on other occasions, I'm feeling deeply grateful for our treasured NHS. The ambulance team arrived within 5 minutes, attended me diligently and took me to the nearest hospital to my home. I was stitched up by two doctors, an orthopaedic surgeon and an A&E doctor, who made an incredibly neat job of it, considering the mess it was in. Every member of staff I encountered - nurses, radiographers, porters - were kind and patient, treating me not just as an individual, but like a star, rather than a clumsy old lady. And all this in a very busy A&E department.