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From: Charles Loving Sent: Saturday, September 01, 2018 8:48 AM To: Terry Plemons ; Cavers Texas Subject: [Texascavers] Bill's tale So I guess it’s time to tell this story. Wednesday afternoon I was happily finishing up on a shaper , think of big router, the last few wooden pieces of the doors and windows for our home in Mexico and looking forward to gluing them all up and being a big step towards completing the house. A millisecond later I was unbelievably looking at a ruined right hand. A few minutes later after doing my best to staunch the blood flow I was at the clinic in Real. The doctor on duty took one look and said hospital in Matehuala an hour away. I stopped on the way out of town at a friends house. Luckily she was home and her boyfriend and she drove me to the hospital. Basically they sewed up a couple of arteries and assayed the damage, by the way with no painkillers . I guess just trying to see how tough I am. The doctor said I would need to go to a specialist in Saltillo or San Luis Potosí. They gave me antibiotics, pain meds, and a tetanus shot. When we left the hospital my friends boyfriend asked if I’d prefer to fly back to Texas. He offered to fly me in his Fairchild turbo prop. My response to this was, “You’ve got a plane?” Totally unassuming man and now a saint . He arranged for an employee to meet us halfway to Saltillo. This man drove me to a Holiday Inn where we had reservations. I walked in the lobby looking like someone out of a Quentin Tarentino movie. Complete with cartels and sicarios. The desk clerk looked up and said NO ROOMS, I protested that I had a reservation. NO ROOMS!! We got the same response across the street at a Hampton. At the next one I gave Juan my wallet and said, “This time you get the room and I’ll go in s side door.” I ended up having to go to a hospital in Saltillo because I started hemorrhaging again during the night. The next morning the driver picked me up and after a stop at Walmart to buy clothes,of course they didn’t fit anyway, by 8:30 we were airborne on the way to San Antonio. At SA the immigration guy took one look, said “I don’t want to know”, and waved me through. Gale in the meanwhile had found the top micro surgeon in the country with the aid of our next door neighbor who is a friend of an associate of the surgeon Dr. Fernando Levaro. Gale picked me up in SA and we drove to Houston. Within 10 minutes of walking into his office we were meeting with Dr. Levaro and within 1 hr I was in surgery. The surgery lasted 6 hours. I can’t say enough good things about this guy. He’s by the way one if those Mexicans they’re sending us. At the follow up today he told me he expected me to get back to close to 90% function. Skin grafts, nerve repair, tendons, bone fractures, vessel repair, and evidently I learned Spanish because I was speaking it while I was under anesthesia. I can’t begin to express the gratitude I have for every person I came across in the last two days, both friends and strangers. I’d post photo, but I’m not that cruel. 21 Comments -- Charlie Loving -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- _______________________________________________ Texascavers mailing list | http://texascavers.com Texascavers@texascavers.com | Archives: http://www.mail-archive.com/texascavers@texascavers.com/ http://lists.texascavers.com/listinfo/texascavers
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