Yesterday, I slipped on some ice and fell over.
"But Debi," I'm sure you're not saying, but I'm going to pretend you're saying because it entertains me, "London was covered in ice and snow last week! It's all melted now! How can you slip and fall over on ice that isn't there?"
Well, it was a challenge, believe you me. I actually had to go out into London, and find some ice, and then slip on it.
Or, as the case may be, I just happened to be walking through a park in Islington, which is nowhere near where I live, play, or operate any part of my life except shopping for posh yarns, and that park just happened to have a fountain in the centre, and the water from that fountain had frozen over the park, and it was twilight so my visibility wasn't hot and... I made a spectacular bumplant, landing hard on my left arsecheek and my left arm, jarring that shoulder and generally making myself feel like an idiot.
At least until a couple of hours later when I was suddenly hit with a hard pain - on my right side. This is what feels like muscle pain right in front of my acetabulum - above my pubis. I'm working on the assumption that it's just a sprain from the fall and recovery, and not anything to do with my plumbing that's right there. But it hurts.
It'd be nice, wouldn't it, to have a fall and not have my brain go instantly to "Oh no! Something is wrong with your lady parts!" such is the way we're trained to think,I guess. I'm just going to have to do a lot of sitting until the pain goes away. It's already less than it was.