Simon and I have a day of synchronised anxiety and realise independently that we need to do something about the shoulder pain today. Simon phones Stanmore (for reassurance) and they tell him to take her straight to A&E at Kings for a plain film x-ray and to get it couriered up to Stanmore that night. Not that reassuring then.
We do it straightaway and the radiographer confidently reports that he can't see anything wrong with her shoulder or arm. Her consultant at Kings sees her immediately, gives her a full examination and says she's looking just fine. We are so relieved that I am almost cross with Rose for putting us through so much worry for nothing. It's just a sore shoulder.
