I have a bruise on my leg the size of a pancake. Here's how it happened: I had my son in my arms on Saturday morning and the phone rang. I rushed to get it and slipped on the top step, then bounced all the way down on my hip until I hit the bottom. Thankfully, my son was OK, but since he was in my arms, I had nothing to break my fall except for my hip.
I used it to great effect over the weekend when I didn't get my way. ("I can't have cookies for dinner? But I fell down the stairs!") It felt better yesterday but hurts like hell now that I've been walking around all day.
Yeah, I'm milking it for sympathy. Wouldn't you?