Your Girl Friday International

So, once I decided it was time to walk to the back area of the plane I encountered one of the hostesses.  I told her my story, and she immediately put her book down.

“Oh my gosh!  I will check up front to see if we have anything for that.”

She came to my seat, with a glass of water, some napkins, an alcohol cleansing wipe and three band-aids.  I was quite appreciative and immediately went to work on cleansing the wound.  The woman next to me began talking to me about my accident and voiced concern about my ankle.  I had been so focused on getting the open wound repaired, I had not been focusing on my ankle.  It was after I landed in PDX is when that pain started to rear its ugly head.