Yesterday evening, my son and I visited my mother to drop off her Christmas presents. We had decided yesterday would be a good day to visit, thinking that we could then spend today recovering from the ordeal, and then be able to enjoy Christmas Day tomorrow.
Within the first hour, I had already started to zone out. When we eventually left, all I could focus on was the fact that I just desperately wanted to get back home. In addition, it was drizzling, and the shoes I was wearing weren't waterproof. Not knowing if the drizzling would progress to a downpour contributed to my eagerness to get back home.
As I crossed the road by my mother's house, I ended up tripping over the kerb of the pavement, landing on my left side. My son helped me back onto my feet, but after taking a few steps, my left elbow and wrist felt so painful that it caused me to feel nauseous.
Having fractured my left elbow as a child, I feared that I had fractured it again. We returned to my mother's house so that I could have a glass of water. My mother was so upset that I had injured myself that I thought she was going to cry. I just wanted space to decide whether to get a taxi to A&E to get myself checked over, or to continue home and monitor the situation. The prospect of waiting up to 30+ in A&E did not appeal, so I decided upon the latter.
As things stand, I think (I hope) I have just badly sprained my wrist. I can wriggle my fingers, but moving my arm (even gently) is incredibly painful. Therefore, the only way I can type is by doing it one-handed.
Despite needing to be careful with my left arm, my sense of humour remains unaffected. On the way home last night, I jokingly commented to my son that if I was to visit A&E, I'd be curious as to what the reaction would be if I was asked how I had injured myself... "Well, I tripped as a result of spending time in my mother's company!" 
My plan for today had been to attempt to get some washing-up done in preparation for tomorrow. As it is, it looks as though my son will have to plough through it by himself, in addition to taking on the role of being my carer.
Edited to add
More for peace of mind, my son and I ended up going to A&E. The good news is that I have no broken bones.
The hospital is approximately 4.5 miles away from my home. We were there and back within a couple of hours, which I thought was impressive.
Aside from being in pain when I had my lower arm X-rayed, the only other stressful thing was a man in the waiting room snoring extremely loudly.
