nine shots: or, why cute things are trying to kill me
Today I was finally getting over an icky flu that I suspect was really strep. Encouraged, I went out to film my final project for film-making class. It was going well - very cheesy, low budget, generally amazing. There was even this cute little chocolate-brown kitty that kept wanting to play with us. Everything was going swimmingly, until out of the blue, this cuddle kitty just sunk his teeth into my hand.
This wouldn't have been particularly problematic if it hadn't been drooling big globules of spit.
That I had managed not to notice until it bit me.
Four hours,nine shots (six in the hand, one in in the arm, and one in each thigh), and an antibiotic prescription later, I am still living and unfrothy.
More injections forthcoming.
Joy! Happy Holidays everybody!
This wouldn't have been particularly problematic if it hadn't been drooling big globules of spit.
That I had managed not to notice until it bit me.
Four hours,nine shots (six in the hand, one in in the arm, and one in each thigh), and an antibiotic prescription later, I am still living and unfrothy.
More injections forthcoming.
Joy! Happy Holidays everybody!