I had a round of the shots in ‘67. The needles weren’t so bad, but the vaccine burned like you-know-what. Each injection left a bruised area that was real sore. After a few days, it became hard to find a place on my skinny belly that wasn’t too sore to stick. I had one month left to go on my tour of sunny Southeast Asia. Since I was the Corpsman, I gave myself the shots.
OMG. I’m in awe of your fortitude and determination via the self-administration.
A cat one climbed into our fenced back yard. 0500 am and still pretty dark.
Our two dogs I had just put out to go to the bathroom there immediately had it surrounded and the noises were frightening.
I ran out in the dark, in my underwear and picked up the cat to rescue it from our dogs. It promptly repaid my kindness by biting my hand thoroughly and deeply before I could finish tossing it over our fence.
I did note it appeared domesticated, healthy and had a pet collar on.
I got to work that am and they sent me to an E.D.
I was hospitalized overnight for iv antibiotics and sent home the next day with prescriptions.
They said cat bites on humans, especially into a joint are a serious matter.
I declined the offered rabies shots.
I was sure it was a neighbors pet.
I figured if i had guessed wrong, I would lose the bet with my life.
Didn’t get rabies. Winning.
Yikes.
I had heparin shots in my tummy while in the hospital a few weeks ago and everywhere I had one I bruised.