Coconut in the Roaring 40s

I dunno whether to cover it all in one big post or do  a couple of smaller posts…hmmm. I am flat out with lab work at the moment so i'll just post what I have written already. Read on to find out more about:

• Update on my broken ankle (overdue I know)
• We had to take a young lady home after she turned up on our doorstep sobbing at 7am in the morning – we think she had her drink spiked while out on the town.

Ok, so I'll start with the girl on our doorstep. After a late night of wine and board games over at a friends' place, I half woke up at 7am on Saturday and seeing R was still fast asleep, started toying with the idea of sneaking our kitten Waggles into bed. She has a bad cold at the moment and I was worried it gets too cool for her in the early mornings in the kitchen. Anyway, I thought I could hear her wheezing. It seemed to be getting louder – did R leave the kitchen door open overnight so she could roam the hallway, I wondered. I was quickly brought out of my sleepy wonderings by loud knocking at our door. S@#$%! Who is knocking on our door at this time on a Saturday?  I immediately thought our landlord. The knocking continued. I gave R a quick shake, telling him someone was at our door, and then got up and raced around trying to find a sarong to wrap around me. I poked my head into the living room to yell out "We're coming" when I realised that what I thought was Waggles' wheezing was actually the sound of a female sobbing at the front door. Freak-out! Now I was thinking, maybe it's our neighbour, who is a single mum. But otherwise we don't know anyone who wouldn't call us first if they were in trouble. So I waited until R was standing there with me (sorta half asleep still and wondering what on earth was going on) before I opened the door.

There, leaning against the door frame, with no pants or underwear on, was a young lady reaking of alcohol. She had her hand to the side of her face, which had a large graze near her eye which was already swelling up, and she had long scratches on her arms. She also looked like she had been thru some bushes as well, because she had some twigs and bark on her. She was sobbing and didn't seem to know how she had got there. We brought her into the living room and sat her down. I found her pants & underwear on our doorstep.

After calming her down and talking to her a bit, we found out that she had been out on the town with her friends and the last thing she remembered was going to catch a cab with them. She eventually explained that an old friend of hers used to live in our place. We asked if she wanted to go to the hospital to get the bump on her head checked out but she declined, so we offered to take her home. Turned out she lived in the same suburb a few minutes drive away. As we pulled out of our driveway, we saw her belt and handbag, with all its contents emptied onto the road, just out in front of our house. We gathered it all up and took her home.

When we got back to our place I called the police and reported what had happened and they said they would check on her later in the day. That afternoon, her family came around to our place to get our sie of the story and say thankyou. They had reported it to the police as well and were taking her to the hospital. It looked liked she had had her drink spiked as she still couldn't remember anything that had happened to her up until just before she knocked on our door.

We haven't heard anything more on it, so I guess, she is okay and they are getting the police to pursue anything. R and I are weirded out though. We live in a quiet neighbourhood, and although we know these things can happen anywhere, its still disconcerting that it has happened.

So that was our Saturday. On to other news, on Friday I had my four-month post-break x-ray of my broken ankle. And the result: its still broken. Yup. What I had done was pull the very tip of my fibula off when I rolled my ankle back in February. It appears that the small piece of bone, about the size of my thumbnail, is never going to bond back in place. The doctor explained that scar tissue is now holding everything in place, but of course there is still an inherent instability because the tendons attached to the end of my fibula are not securely anchored. So, my options? Live with it and just wear an ankle brace whenever I do anything strenuous, and look forward to most probably always having ankle problems. Or consider ankle reconstruction surgery at some point. Yay. Now I am not rushing to get ankle surgery – I am getting around fine at the moment, life is pretty normal for me. There is occasional pain in my ankle and it does feel weak at times. We got an exercise bike recently and I can ride it no probs without pain. I am not limping anymore and I can almost walk down stairs normally. Going up stairs is no problem either. So surgery isn't a necessity at all. I guess I'll just see how I go. But I am glad we got full health insurance a year ago.