Silly me. A few weeks preceding Isabella's birth, I had tripped outside a shopping centre and hurt my pubic symphysis joint. At that time, it felt excruciating like I'd fractured it, eventhough I knew I hadn't. That was an accident.
This time, I was in the city, and crossing the road and the lights had just gone green. I thought Scott was going to run for it, so I did too... except, when I looked back he hadn't, and I wished I'd been smarter and waited too. Why, because eventhough it was only a short dash to cross the road, I'd re-injured my PSJ. After that, I felt I could hardly walk, as each step was excruciating. Still, we had to attend Isabella's allergy appointment, and then walk from there to the car park. Luckily, the pain subsided a bit the more I moved. I also had the pram to bear my weight, as I walked at a snail's pace.
Yeah... talking about slow-movers in the city before. I think I was even slower than that. The people behind us must have been annoyed. Oh well, at least I had good reason. Anyway, I managed to get through enough pain to walk a little further to enjoy some Singapore food at Little Singapore. I'd been to the one at Sunnybank quite a few times, but this one in the city only had a few choices compared to the original one. Still, beggars can't be choosers, and it was nice to have a little taste of Asia. After that, I dragged myself to the carpark to head home. On the return trip, it was I who fell asleep as my husband drove. He thought it was funny that I had fallen asleep before our toddler daughter. Well.. all I can say is .. it was hard work walking (however slowly) with an injured PSJ.