Last time I checked, my rear end did NOT look exactly like a pork chop. But apparently the mutt over on Felshow street that took a chunk out of my leg last Saturday thought it did. Yeah, I got bit again while delivering mail. I guess that makes about 10 times for me over the last 36 years working for the USPS. As that works out to an average of 1 bite per every 3.6 years, I can safely? say that this last attack should be the LAST attack as I plan to retire in less than 3.6 years.
After the noontime attack of last Saturday, I spent the rest of the afternoon by first going to the police station to fill out a report after which I headed to Shawano to the misnamed "Convenient Care" center at the Shawano hospital. Whiling away about 2 and a half hours waiting for a foreign born doctor to come in all the way from India I believe to examine me is not my idea of a good time. Things only got better after that. Being given the third degree by a pharmacy assistant at Wal Mart because I had not activated a RX card provided by my employer was another highlight.
Monday was the icing on the cake, as the police dept. informed me that the dog, now under 10 day quarantine, was not licensed or current on it's rabies shots. I tried to downplay that at work informing everyone that I think I have rabies because I spent most of the weekend lying on the living room floor trying to lick my "wound". I also relayed how Mary was making me one of those plastic funnel things to wear to prevent me from licking myself any further. She's noticed some changes in my behavior as well. I don't seem to be using the bathroom as much as I used to, preferring the fire hydrant across the street. It's also been harder for her to drive her car with me along, as I now like to sit on her lap when she's behind the wheel and stick my head out the drivers side window to feel the breeze. I hope these things are just a phase I'm going through. The fact that I was bitten on Halloween day has caused me some additional consternation. I have viewed enough Wolfman and Dracula movies in the past to feed my growing concern that come the next full moon, things on Robert street may get a little more interesting.
I have to admit I was a bit worried about delivering the mail to the house where I was bit on Saturday past. The fellow is a bit"different" to say the least. When I informed him that I'd have to call the police, his response was, "Oh please don't do that, I'm on disability!" Hmmm, I STILL don't know what the heck THAT has to do with his dog taking a taste of my left thigh. I guess he's not a leg man....
After the noontime attack of last Saturday, I spent the rest of the afternoon by first going to the police station to fill out a report after which I headed to Shawano to the misnamed "Convenient Care" center at the Shawano hospital. Whiling away about 2 and a half hours waiting for a foreign born doctor to come in all the way from India I believe to examine me is not my idea of a good time. Things only got better after that. Being given the third degree by a pharmacy assistant at Wal Mart because I had not activated a RX card provided by my employer was another highlight.
Monday was the icing on the cake, as the police dept. informed me that the dog, now under 10 day quarantine, was not licensed or current on it's rabies shots. I tried to downplay that at work informing everyone that I think I have rabies because I spent most of the weekend lying on the living room floor trying to lick my "wound". I also relayed how Mary was making me one of those plastic funnel things to wear to prevent me from licking myself any further. She's noticed some changes in my behavior as well. I don't seem to be using the bathroom as much as I used to, preferring the fire hydrant across the street. It's also been harder for her to drive her car with me along, as I now like to sit on her lap when she's behind the wheel and stick my head out the drivers side window to feel the breeze. I hope these things are just a phase I'm going through. The fact that I was bitten on Halloween day has caused me some additional consternation. I have viewed enough Wolfman and Dracula movies in the past to feed my growing concern that come the next full moon, things on Robert street may get a little more interesting.
I have to admit I was a bit worried about delivering the mail to the house where I was bit on Saturday past. The fellow is a bit"different" to say the least. When I informed him that I'd have to call the police, his response was, "Oh please don't do that, I'm on disability!" Hmmm, I STILL don't know what the heck THAT has to do with his dog taking a taste of my left thigh. I guess he's not a leg man....
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