October 18, 2016. Canyon Lake, Texas. A Big Mess.

In the middle of the night when walking to the bathroom  at David and Suzanne's home, Ken lost his balance,  fell against the window frame and scraped his arm.  He did not know, but his arm was bleeding   The next morning, there was blood on the sheets, blood on the pillow case and all over his night shirt.  He had made a big mess.  Poor Suzanne and Allison.

We used bandaids, big and small and thought the bleeding had stopped.  Ken drove to the lake.  We first stopped at the drug store,  then for lunch.  By the time we went into the new restaurant, Ken realized that he had blood all over his shirt sleeve.  He sat beside me so I could use napkins to hold the wound and stop the bleeding but by the time we were ready to leave, we had made another big mess.  Blood on his pants, on the chair and the floor.  The folks brought us a clean blue cloth to wrap his arm and they found tape to hold the cloth in place.  And they washed up the blood.    The restaurant had only been open for one week but we will certainly visit them again.  They were gracious, understanding and helpful during our time of need.  In addition, their food was great.

This darn scrape will not stop oozing blood.    Ken has made several messes at the lake too but fortunately, all on the tile floor of our bathroom.  Soon it will stop, says Ken.  I certainly hope so.