Almost two years ago. The night before New Year's Eve, fettling a light mount for my son's bike. I remember thinking 'I should really clamp this down before cutting a notch in it with a pen knife', followed by 'nah, that's too much faff, I'll be allright'.
I spent all of New Years Eve daytime in hospital having a tendon in index finger stitched back together. Well, waiting for surgery most the day and then waiting to get my belongings back from a locker that no nurse could seem to find a key for.
I seem to remember having little/no painkillers other than the large amount of whisky that I celebrated the New Year with that evening.