Honestly, I was playing with it!
Besides the usual scars and scratches and bites I 've acquired from having cats, this was the worst...
I remember the day... September 18, 2001. I had came home from school, and saw a cat just sitting there on the sidewalk. Me, being the cat person I am, started petting it. It seemed friendly, so I picked it up (this was the stupidest thing I could've done. ever.) Of course, the cat does not like this, and soon, the cat is attached to my arm. And he wouldn't stop biting. I swung my arm as hard as I could possibly, and he flew off. Upon further inspection of my arm, I saw that I had four rather huge holes in my arm and some scratches. I was a bit more foolish then, so I went inside and grabbed the perscription strength antibiotic cream and rubbed it all over my arm. Parents come home, see the arm, and say it looks worse than usual and that they'd make me a doctor's appointment the next day. All of that was forgotten when we went to some dinner thing and a family friend, who happens to be a nurse saw it. Told us to call a doctor once we got home. We did. Since the cat didn't have its shots, and it bit me that hard... he said that I'd have to go to the emergency room. To get rabies shots.
I freaked out and started to cry. There was NO WAY I was going to go get bunches of shots in my stomach. We get there, wait for what seems like an eternity, and my name is called. There is two bottles sitting out, one with a bright pink fluid and one clear. The bright pink bottle is much larger than the clear one. I'm told to sit down and relax, while they give me the first shot in my arm. (That was the tetnaus shot with the clear liquid.) Then, the second shot also in my left arm, with a bit of the pink liquid. I then see them taking out the biggest syringe I've ever seen in my life and also filling it up. I start crying again. I get another four shots in the bite holes... Then am told that they're going to have to split up the rest of the shot.. in my ass. At that point, getting shots in my stomach sounded great.
After that was all done, we're handed a sheet of paper telling me when to come back during the next two months.
My arm was also swelled up and very red, and I had to go on antibiotics to clear up the infection.
In gym class the next day, my teacher looked quite weirdly at me when I handed her the note that said I was to be excused from class because I couldn't sit or do much of anything because of the pain...
Needless to say, I don't go petting stray cats much anymore.
(to the lighthouse, Wed 8 Jun 2005, 1:02, Reply)