The Joys and Adventures of the Uninsured

It was a magical Saturday afternoon. The smell roasting cumin, garlic and oregano were wafting through the air. The light sizzle and crackle of onions and mushrooms provided the perfect soundtrack to the magical chili that was being concocted. There I stood in the corner of our kitchen in between the stove and the crock pot. There I was chopping away at the fresh vegetables and then throwing them into the pot. Then suddenly my phone started blowin up with Snoopy... "Nutin but a G thang". It was our highly anticipated new roomy. He was in the parking lot.

We ran down to greet our road-weary traveler, Jon Wat-son. We helped with his few possessions up to our third floor home: 6409 S. Vinewood St in the quaint and slightly industrial yet affluent Littleton, Colorado. With joy and excitement we showed him our abode and his current residence. Then we gather in the kitchen to partake on some seasoned game hens.

In a frenzy of excitement Jon began to call his friends and family reported his safe journey. While Lindsey and I continued to partake in the game hens and imbibe on some sweetened lemon-ade. After our celebratory break I continued to prepare our delightful dish.

There I was ::chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop:: ::scoop ofarley:: ::chop chop chop chop chop:: ::thump:: ::clank::.

Lindsey: "DEAR MOTHER OF EVERYTHING GOOD AND HOLY... YOUR FOOT!!!!"

I looked down on my wounded appendage. There was a vibrant pool of red around my right foot. Behold, there was more and more and more and more and MORE blood. I fell to the floor. Not because of a loss of blood rather to elevate my foot above my heart. I grabbed the Bounty on the counter and made Lindsey apply pressure. Lindsey was delighted to the stand surrounded by blood while touching my bloody foot.

At about this point Jon peered over the breakfast bar/ counter and noted "wow, that's a lotta blood. I need to go." And thus he hung up the phone with Brent Mueller relieved Lindsey of her duties.

So the next step: to find a clinic and seek medical assistance... or so we thought. After calling several people unable to locate a clinic. Jon went in to inspect. To our joy and amazement a tiny 1/8" incision on the top of my foot from our Honeymoon bottle-opener which struck my foot.

Jon continued to put pressure on my foot while Lindsey sopped up the pools of blood on the tile floor. During that time I assured Jon that I was indeed not infected with Hep B or C and that I was in no way compromising his mission to avoid those strains of Hep.

After Lindsey mended my wound with a Batman band-aid. I elevated and iced my foot for the remainder of the day. The next day Jon and I climbed to Saint Mary's Glacier.

All three of us are still in utter astonishment on how much blood initially poured from my foot. Lindsey still gets queasy to this day to think about the blood. So in the meantime I have been eating my red meat to replenish my red blood cells.

We will have pictures in due time. We took pictures with a traditional camera and it was only the 2nd picture on that roll. Please continue to be checking for updates for the next several months as to not miss the pictures. I will also make link when I post the pictures.