Thanks, JACK, I'll drink to that!
(Repeated post as I mistakenly posted it in another Keiith spot.)
As stated earlier, I've been asked a number of times about Keith's last day and I think I wrote about this sad occasion earlier, but here are the facts once again to the best of my recollection.
But first ... some background. (Jaime, some of this may be new even to you!)
I'm definitely not a big time gambler but these Las Vegas casinos send us locals 'free stuff' every month in the form of free play at the slots or at the tables and free buffets and lots of other free stuff.
Enough free stuff that makes it somewhat profitable to visit one of more casinos each day to round that free stuff up. (Just yesterday I won about $54 using my free-stuff slot play stuff!)
So on most every occasion, I'd get Keith to come along so he could play Craps and then play his favorite slot machines and then hit the buffet for our free-stuff-meal.
And while were on this "buffet" subject, I will tell you that I never did see Keith pig-out at any meal. His real problem appeared to be a result of that damn spider bite.
But to be perfectly honest..... He did love Key Lime Pie. Not a slice of key Lime Pie ,,,,, but the whole damn Key Lime Pie!
But that Key Lime Pie frenzy was only evident about two times over all the years I knew Keith and I was usually the one who took him to the grocery store.
One time I caught him in front of the Key Lime Pie freezer and he looked like a puppy waiting to be adopted, but it didn't happen that day.
And since I'n doing my best to be honest here, I gotta say that he also liked those red licorice stick things and occasional cookies. But never in the Pig-Out mode.
So my uneducated diagnosis was that his eating habit was not the main cause of his over-weight-ness.
And since his big weight increase was only apparent shortly after he got bit by that damn spider, I came to the uneducated conclusion that that bite was the main reason for Keith's BIG change.
Plus the damage to his leg was enough to prevent him from exercising as he used to before that spider bite.
So Keith was never again as active as he used to be.
Hence, the weight started adding up by leaps and pounds!
That spider bite was so damn serious that one afternoon he asked me to go with him to a hospital so that he could get his leg amputated.
And he was DAMN SERIOUS!
But I persuaded him otherwise and did manage to located a spider bite specialist over the internet who Keith eventually communicated with. (That part of this story has been forgotten or most likely a part of this story I was not privy to.)
The two facts I want to stress here are:
Keith was not a pig-out-eater. He ate average sized portions of two meals a day, but with rare occasions of Key Lime Pie, licorice sticks (those red ones), and cookies.
I firmly believe that that spider bite was the main cause of his massive weight gain. That bite prevented him from being as active as he used to be.
So the above few paragraphs lay the foundation of what will shortly follow ... the final few hours of Keith's life here on this big blue marble.
