Earlier, our Staffie was being Dogster Snuggles again, and managed to bunny-kick me hard right in the groin with his back feet. Several times in a row.

Ouch.

Who, me?

I was hoping it would get better with a bag of frozen peas and some ibuprofen, but am beginning to suspect that there’s a crack in the pubic bone.

Nothing they could really do at the ER, if so, besides tell me to, erm, use ice and maybe hand out some stronger pain relief. Our local NHS trust got ranked 150/151 in the country on pain control for emergency patients, anyway. I’d believe it, after the trip I made to our local hospital with a hairline crack in my kneecap. After 5 hours’ wait, they sent me off with my ankle wrapped up and no pain relief. (Good thing I already had a walking stick, too.) No, don’t want to go back there if I am conscious. Definitely don’t want them prodding anywhere near my groin.

I’m hoping it will be less painful in the morning, but…

Really, really hoping this apparent osteomalacia improves soon now that I’m heavily supplementing vitamin D.

OK, it is kind of funny in a way. *wry smile*