On this day, Calderon was thrown from his horse at the riding school. He was quite a short man (five foot nine and a half), slightly built. The horse tossed him against a wall and his back was very badly bruised. He arrived home at 42 Well Walk in great pain. Unfortunately, he was supposed to leave with the Blues for Salisbury Plain next day.
The doctor said, of course he could not possibly go the next day. As he said it I wondered in my own mind if the doctor quite knew his man. I said as much when alone with him. He smiled and said the pain and stiffness would be such he could not possibly go. In reply to my further question, ‘if he insisted would it make make him worse’, he said, no. Moving him would do no harm, but he would not be able to go.
When I returned to George’s room from seeing the doctor off, he said: ‘Of course, you know I am going.’ Relays of hot fomentations went on all night and some little sleep towards morning — orders had been given to call him at 6 a.m.
(Kittie Calderon’s memoirs)
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