Monday, April 9th- I woke up and headed to Tom’s for a day out in the fresh air. We ate breakfast at a cute café in
Coogee. Then we hiked along the
coast from Cooge to Bondi. There
are about 5 beaches along the walk with stunning views of ocean and coves. I’ll have to go back another time to
snorkel. The water was exquisite shades of blue. It was so nice taking in the fresh sea breeze air.
Once we made it to Bondi,
we played in the waves, swam and layed out. It was fun splashing around in the water and lounging,
listening to music.
When we got
back, Tom was stocking the fridge with a few groceries when suddenly, the shelf fell. I laughed at him, but then
he fell to the ground with a leg cramp.
Once it went away, I went over to the shelf to put it back in the fridge
and tidy up. After I placed a few
things on the shelf, it fell again. Silly me. But then I realized my leg felt funny. Then I saw blood.
I told Tom I thought I was cut from one of the bottles that
fell. He came over and scooped my
leg up and told me to look away.
Tom and his roommates are male nurses so they know what to do in these
situations. I told him I was fine.
But then he looked at his friend and then soberly told me I would need
stitches. Really? No way. I hate needles. He searched for glass in
the wound and then wrapped it tightly.
So, we walked, (well I did a sort of hobble, stanky leg walk), to Tom's hospital he
works at and they admitted me in the emergency room right away. I had to get an x-ray to make sure
there weren’t any foreign objects in the incision. Fortunately, one of his easy-going, well-qualified friends
stitched me up. The only painful
part was the shots. All of his
other friends on duty came by to visit which took my mind off of the
procedure. It was quiet
entertaining actually. I was the
celebrity guest in the emergency room.
All of Tom’s doctor and nurse friends were cheekily critiquing the
doctor working on my leg. He was
friendly and did a wonderful job.
After the painful shots to numb the wound, I initially looked away as he
stitched me up. Slowly, I grew
interested in the process and watched.
It was cool seeing him sew me up like a piece of fabric. I felt like I was suddenly back in a
high school lab, dissecting a frog or baby pig. It didn’t seem quite real. 
We were in and out of the emergency room in less than
an hour, thanks to Tom.
There is no way that would have happened in the States. I shuffled back to Tom’s humble
abode, also known as the Murse Mansion (Male Nurse…murse, haha) and we ate a
home-cooked dinner, provided by Tom, while watching the movie.
Whew. What a
night. I guess I’ll at least have
something to bring back home that will forever remind me of my adventures in
Australia.
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