Life can change in the blink of an eye. Or, in my case, with a fall from a ladder.

One minute, I was getting ready for a Christmas party; the next, I was in intensive care at the Alfred Hospital. I’ve woken up with a headache after a few parties, but never like this.

Intensive care is aptly-named. I can’t remember much of it, but the fact that I’m still standing – and feeling great – is testimony to the treatment I received.

I urge everyone to support the Intensive Care Foundation.

Do yourself a favour – and look after yourself.