Helluva story, BP. I hope you're adapting well to your new intestine length - or in general just adapting well.
Funny thing about falls. About 30 years ago my aunt was walking up the back stoop into my parents' home when she lost her balance and fell backward. She fell hard on her butt and rolled backward teapot over tea kettle until she landed, about one meter down in vertical distance and six steps in staircase distance, plopped on her back into my parents' backyard. She was shook up, very shook up. She cried. Within ten minutes, though, she shrugged things off and was laughing with my mother (her very close sister) over her fall. I know because I was carrying a bag of groceries and only about sixty seconds behind her and my mother.
A week or so later she came down with a fever. A week or so after that her doctors finally figured out that she had peritonitis, so advanced that she displayed some abdominal edema and was admitted to hospital. Within an hour she was in ICU. Within 48 hours she was dead (my mother, who was as close as only sisters can be, was utterly, completely devastated).
Falls can be very bad news. I'm glad yours has a happy ending.