We went to Mt. Rose Ski Resort for some downhill action. Charlie and Carly on snowboards, John on skis, me in the lodge. That's how I roll.
It was a great day, okay, bitterly cold and windy but we were dressed for the weather and enjoyed our time outside.
When we got back to the hotel, we decided to head to the 17th floor of The Sands to spend some time in the jacuzzi tub, relaxing, etc.
Charlie and I were the first to arrive and yes, I did notice the wheelchair but I didn't give it much thought. We both stepped into the bubbling water, joining another couple. We exchanged some pleasantries and enjoyed the sensation of being meat in a pot, slow cooking. Very relaxing.
About ten minutes later John and Carly joined our group and for some reason, the woman decided to chat with John. We learned that she had two children. We learned that she would not be spending the New Year in Reno because her kids' dad had died and she was going to return to the Bay Area to see them. We learned that the man sitting next to her was a long-time companion who had recently been through an amputation. At some point, he asked quizzed us.
"Do you know how I lost my leg?"
Obviously we had no idea but John tried to guess (much to my dismay).
"An accident? Diabetes?"
"Nope," he said, somewhat proudly.
"Bacterial flesh-eating disease. I was in the hospital for six months. I almost died."
Dude! Harsh my mellow!
I wanted to pop out of that churn like toast out of a toaster but not wanting to be rude, we all stayed for about five minutes more before politely excusing ourselves.
Ignorance is ignorance. I now know flesh-eating bacterial disease is not contagious in a hot tub.
Now you know too.
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