writes.casaThe hour before I'd been in a work meeting, with the pressure of deadlines and emails and messages all clamouring for my attention.
Half an hour before I'd been at my doctor's office being prodded and poked as we tried to discover how I'd injured myself this time.
Ten minutes before I'd been making the X-ray technician laugh as they lined me up for a series of pictures where it didn't matter if my eyes were open or if I smiled.
An hour later I was picking my daughter up from school, giggling at her jokes and making sure we got home safely through the wild traffic...
Waiting for the phone to ring with the results of an hour before.