My oozing open wound having been doctored by The Pony at the rest area, we continued the 90 minutes to our destination.
About 20 minutes from Downstream Casino, I said, "It feels like something is trickling down leg." I reached down to touch the gouged-out area, and my left pants leg was soaking wet. "Now
what am I supposed to do? I only brought two pair of pants! Wait. At
least my hand isn't bloody. It's just wet. Maybe plasma. Or lymph.
Rushing to the injury. But the pants are soaked all the way down to the
ankle."
"Maybe the black pants won't be as noticeable as the blue ones were, Mom. And it's not blood. Just clear fluid."
When
we arrived at Downstream Casino, Sis and XXM had been there about 30
minutes. Hick dropped off The Pony and me with the luggage, to check in
while he parked. They have a valet, but it takes way too long to get
your car when you want to leave.
Anyhoo... I had taken a cane with me, just in case my knees hurt too bad during the casino-hopping. "Pony. Hand me that cane. My legs are stiff, and I have that hole in the left one. So I'm not taking a chance on falling!"
Pony
pulled two suitcases, and I had my own. I went to the counter first,
and got my room. 2423. WAIT! No way did they have 24 floors! But then
the gal said to go to the 4th floor, and I figured it was because we
were in Tower 2, the newer one, and the 2 was for Room 423 in Tower 2.
The Pony got room 2422. I sent a text to Sis, who said they were in Room
2415. When we got upstairs, it turned out that Sis had the room right
by the elevator, and ours was at the end of the hall! Just more walking
for me! Which I mentioned to Sis when we met up.
"I
guess I should have waited until later to get our reservations. I bet
they fill up the rooms from the end of the hall first. I know you waited
a day or two after me to get yours."
"They
don't assign them when you reserve them. When we came in, they asked us
which floor we wanted. She said they didn't have anything on 2 or 3.
Then she gave us 2415."
"Why did YOU get a room right off the elevator?"
"I
don't know. We didn't ask for it. Maybe she saw that XXM was wearing
that walking boot for his Achilles, and thought he needed one without
much walking."
"I was hobbling on a FREAKIN' CANE, with a HOLE in my leg, OOZING FLUID down my pants leg!!!"
I don't know the logic for room assignments, but I didn't ask for a room close to the elevators. Then again, neither did Sis and XXM.
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To skip ahead a bit, let the record show that housekeeping might start looking for a body! I did my best to NOT mess up the bedspread and sheets and mattress with my oozy leg. I can't exactly stop my life-force from flowing! My leg stayed wrapped up. I took off the bedspread. I folded two towels to place where my leg would lay. I know they bleach their towels and sheets. Every time we stay there, my eyes get all red from sleeping on the pillowcases.
It's not like I had anything else to use. I slept in my sweatpants the first night, and pajama pants the second night. My leg continued to leak fluid. Mostly clear, with a slight pink tinge at the edges. Good thing we put the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door like we always do. We don't need our beds changed after one night. There were enough towels, even with using two for my gooshy leg. While we were out, I hung them on the back of the chairs to dry, and used them again the next night. Then piled them with the dirty towels on the bathroom floor. Surely they use gloves to pick up other people's soiled towels! My leg juice is probably one of the cleaner things that could be on those towels...
Anyhoo... nobody knew until we had already left. So Val didn't get kicked out for making the room a biohazard!
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If I were housekeeping I know I would wear gloves! I hope your wound is on the mend by now.
ReplyDeleteI'd invest in one of those long grabber thingies to pick up the towels! I suppose they wouldn't work on the sheets, so gloves would have to suffice.
DeleteYour leg kept oozing and still you stayed and played? Tsk Tsk.
ReplyDeleteThe alternative was forfeiting the $89 I paid for the second night (that wasn't free), the $59 and $89 nights The Pony had paid for, getting back in A-Cad with my oozing leg to drive 5 hours home and lay around in bed with my oozing leg, while spoiling the trip for everyone else. So yes, I stayed and played.
DeleteMy alternative would be to go get patched up by a doctor, then go stay and play.
ReplyDeleteIf only a doctor had a miracle leak-proof bandage! Like using a vacuum-sealer to package meat or sweaters.
DeleteFYI, your comments continue to go straight to my SPAM folder. I don't know what's up with the BLOGGER comment section lately. Sometimes my reply won't even post, and I have to do it over.
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