Yesterday evening Olivia fell down some steps at the music school chasing Bea. Being Olivia everyone thought she had broken her arm in about seven places. We rushed off to hospital and the doctor thought the same.
“I will get you an injection of pain killer,” he said.
A nurse showed up with a syringe filled with liquid. The plan being to inject said liquid in Olivia’s back thus relieving the pain. I didn’t like the look of it, but then I have always had an almost pathalogical fear of needles. Olivia didn’t much like the look of it either.
“I’m not having that,” she said.
“What about the pain?” asked the doctor.
Miraculously it seemed a little better.
Two hours and six x-rays later we discovered there were no broken bones. “You can go to school tomorrow,” said the doctor.
“I don’t think so,” said Olivia. “A sprain is very bad, even if nothing is broken.”
She is at home watching TV while I am pack to go to Goa to interview the author Amitav Ghosh. I can’t wait to see India for the first time. I just hope the children stay out of hospital while I am away. Actually it was Olivia’s first time. “Bea has been lots of times,” she pointed out to the doctor. “But it was mainly my fault. Like the time I dropped a torch on her head from the top bunk.”
Yesterday after almost six years Bea got her revenge.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009