Thank you, Gaga - I suppose when you choose to live alone with no neighbours you learn to be independent pretty quickly! I have always been calm and don't go in for dramatics.
One of my daughters takes after me, and one doesn't. When the panicky one's three year old son got his penis stuck in the zip of his jeans, she fled, screaming, to her sister's house. (I had bought them a pair of cottages with a communicating door, as they were both single mums at the time). Her sister very calmly soothed the hysterical child and put some Vaseline on the zip and carefully disentangled his skin. She has coped with the traumas, both emotional and physical, of her own six children and frequently got called upon to deal with those of her four nephews and nieces who would ring for her to go round whenever there was a crisis. She is now living in New Zealand and has found that her calm personality makes her a 'natural' with horses.
My sister used to be a panicker, but she has improved with age. When her litle boy scalded himself, she just ran into the street screaming for someone to help her. I used to get frantic phone calls from her, even when I lived abroad, asking how she should deal with some situation.
The biggest annoyance about my accident was that I had to wash all my bedding, which had just been changed - particularly as I don't have a washing machine. Fortunately, it was a sunny day and I was able to hang it over the balcony to dry - it smells lovely now!