A Tale of Blood and a Lost Shoe

The tug on my foot was firm, about the sensation you get when you lace up your shoes. Only in this case a young doc, in a doc smock, was lacing up the wound on the sole of my foot. I sat on a gurney in the BayCare “doc-in-a-box” facility on 4th St. N.  IContinue reading “A Tale of Blood and a Lost Shoe”