I was recovering from insomnia and slipped on a spilled drink in the night. I had thirteen stitches from my head hitting a table. When I came to, I had an order

I was recovering from insomnia and slipped on a spilled drink in the night. I had thirteen stitches from my head hitting a table. When I came to, I had an orderly follow me down the hall, trying to convince me to stay as I might have a concussion. I called a cab (pre-Uber, at least for me) and went home. I just hate hospitals. Was it stupid? Probably. Though I’d probably do it again.