What I learned while being bedbound

I’m on my way to the post office when it happens. It’s two weeks before Christmas, 2022. It’s cold, early. Commuters move towards me. My BBC alert announces that it’s the first day of the nurses’ strike. Passing the Tube station, taking my next step, I trip and my throat thickens, my ears fill and I black out. When the noise returns, I open my eyes and I’m lying in the street. I look down and my left leg looks wrong. The fall has turned it half a notch to the right. Hours…