A few firsts (which I hope don't become seconds...)
Thursday, I experienced several "firsts" of the unpleasant kind.
1. We're house-sitting the neighbours dog; After two prior visits with this mutt, he decides I'm a threat to his territory, and silently chomped on my flesh, causing me to bellow in rage, and drip blood hither and tither.
2. ...of my face and nose. I had not been bitten(More than a nip) by any animal before. This was from the dog sitting still, and silently. I interpretted "sad and lonely" instead of what was, in retrospect, "territorial and scared." I'd bent down close to the dog's face while attempting to comfort it. I take full responsibiblity for missing other subtle clues the dog had shown earlier.
3. As to fufill a teenage wish to drive someone to the hospital full-tilt-boogie, I found myself driving my own bleeding visage the 16 miles to the hospital, full-tilt-boogie. While given the depth and the number of punctures, the blood-ooze was pretty minimal. No cop, pulling me over would have refused my request to give me an escort... but I'll never know, and drove dads Chevy Aveo 150 km/hr+ all the way there. I could have gotten 170-180 out of it, but not on the local roads.
4. Stitches. I needed 5, for the three worst wounds. These wounds looked somewhat like what you'd get sticking a fork into a well-aged brick of cheddar. Rather chunky. The affected area had already gone numb, so it looked much worse than it felt. The doctor gave me three needless of lidocane; two on the numb left side, which I barely felt, and one on the fresh right side, which hurt more than the dogbite and everything else up to that point. I nearly ripped the railing off the bed, and screamed more than what I thought I would, what with my s&m experience.
5. Onroute home, I stop in at a hotel, where I know some contractors are staying whilst they upgrade the local Rogers' system to two-way data. They had splendid herbal remedies for general pain and stress. I gladly partook in the proffered pharmacutical. They inquired as to what I did to the offending dog... I didn't even bellow at it, or direct any rage its way. I was glad about that.
6. I stop into my frequent hangout, a pool-hall, run by one of the girls from my grad-class. I'm told I look exceptionally stoned. I explained that this was normal, given the circumstances.
7. I go home and snooze. Dad has Endocets, for his pulled shoulder ligaments. He shares. The next two days, my lip has swollen such that it is now prominently in my prehipheral vison. I can eat well-lubed food, like lasagna-pasta with lots of butter.
8. The swelling came down, but the salve I've been using is opaque and white; it looks like I have rabies, so I cover up with gauze and tape.
9. The stitches came out today. I've had cold-sores that've messed up my lip worse than this. No scarring is expected. Fortunately, I had shaved off my moustache and beard a couple of days before the attack, or it would have seriously complicated matters, says the doc.
I have a few pics of the original damage, but I misplaced my USB-camcorder cable, so it'lll take a bit. It has "facebook" written all over it. :)
1. We're house-sitting the neighbours dog; After two prior visits with this mutt, he decides I'm a threat to his territory, and silently chomped on my flesh, causing me to bellow in rage, and drip blood hither and tither.
2. ...of my face and nose. I had not been bitten(More than a nip) by any animal before. This was from the dog sitting still, and silently. I interpretted "sad and lonely" instead of what was, in retrospect, "territorial and scared." I'd bent down close to the dog's face while attempting to comfort it. I take full responsibiblity for missing other subtle clues the dog had shown earlier.
3. As to fufill a teenage wish to drive someone to the hospital full-tilt-boogie, I found myself driving my own bleeding visage the 16 miles to the hospital, full-tilt-boogie. While given the depth and the number of punctures, the blood-ooze was pretty minimal. No cop, pulling me over would have refused my request to give me an escort... but I'll never know, and drove dads Chevy Aveo 150 km/hr+ all the way there. I could have gotten 170-180 out of it, but not on the local roads.
4. Stitches. I needed 5, for the three worst wounds. These wounds looked somewhat like what you'd get sticking a fork into a well-aged brick of cheddar. Rather chunky. The affected area had already gone numb, so it looked much worse than it felt. The doctor gave me three needless of lidocane; two on the numb left side, which I barely felt, and one on the fresh right side, which hurt more than the dogbite and everything else up to that point. I nearly ripped the railing off the bed, and screamed more than what I thought I would, what with my s&m experience.
5. Onroute home, I stop in at a hotel, where I know some contractors are staying whilst they upgrade the local Rogers' system to two-way data. They had splendid herbal remedies for general pain and stress. I gladly partook in the proffered pharmacutical. They inquired as to what I did to the offending dog... I didn't even bellow at it, or direct any rage its way. I was glad about that.
6. I stop into my frequent hangout, a pool-hall, run by one of the girls from my grad-class. I'm told I look exceptionally stoned. I explained that this was normal, given the circumstances.
7. I go home and snooze. Dad has Endocets, for his pulled shoulder ligaments. He shares. The next two days, my lip has swollen such that it is now prominently in my prehipheral vison. I can eat well-lubed food, like lasagna-pasta with lots of butter.
8. The swelling came down, but the salve I've been using is opaque and white; it looks like I have rabies, so I cover up with gauze and tape.
9. The stitches came out today. I've had cold-sores that've messed up my lip worse than this. No scarring is expected. Fortunately, I had shaved off my moustache and beard a couple of days before the attack, or it would have seriously complicated matters, says the doc.
I have a few pics of the original damage, but I misplaced my USB-camcorder cable, so it'lll take a bit. It has "facebook" written all over it. :)