I looked after the children for a bit this evening, while Dilly was out maths tutoring. They were adorable and all went fine. They were both cuddled on my lap watching Nanny McPhee when their mother came home, and she said that she had seen Al’s van parked outside the Chinese takeaway, so dinner would be served as soon as he came home. The Sage was cooking our dinner.
Al arrived and Squiffany went to help lay the table. I’m not sure what happened after that, but I reached for something, Pugsley still on my right knee, and suddenly I had the most excruciating pain just where the thigh bone’s connected to the … hip bone. At the front, not at the side where the hip actually is. I waited for a second for it to ease but it didn’t and it was unbearable. I lurched to the right, and Pugsley and I fell sideways on to the sofa, and I said “sorry darling, I had to roll over”. Pugsley wasn’t at all hurt and laughed – “Granny fell over, we both fell over!” He got off the sofa and I lay there, the pain diminishing but I didn’t quite feel able to move.
I really rather wanted to cry with the pain, although the time for that was past. Dilly asked if I needed a hand up, but I just wanted to rest for a minute. I didn’t want to make a *thing* of it, and I didn’t know what I would be making a thing of anyway. Eventually, I cautiously got up, and then I went home. My leg still hurts; at the front top of my thigh, my knee and my shin all the way down to my foot, but I’m used to that. The specific pain has diminished although its effect is still there. I don’t know what I did to cause it and so I don’t know how not to have it happen again. I’m sorry to go on about it, but darlings, you are the ones who get to hear what I have to tell someone but don’t want to make a fuss here – I have described it to the Sage, as far as I can … how do you describe something that has never happened before, that once the experience is over it’s hard to explain? It hurt immensely, but not as a sharp pain, a dull pain or an ache. It was acute, agonising, but not exactly sharp, more overwhelming. Anyway, he was very sympathetic and immediately opened a bottle of wine, but he can’t feel it, so can’t know, which made him get all worried and he wanted to help but didn’t quite know how.
Half a bottle didn’t do a thing, by the way, and painkillers have been taken.
It hailed surprisingly hard this afternoon. I took a brolly against the hail when I went through to the children, but a few minutes later it hammered down. I took a dish to the door and held it out and it was half an inch deep in seconds. The children were fascinated and held the little balls of ice. “Frozen rain!” they said. When it was going to melt, I tipped it into a pot of hyacinths.