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.