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Earlier this school year, a co-worker was bitten by her cat. She was out for a week. Had to see a hand surgeon.
Well, as I told her yesterday perhaps I wanted to be like her when I grow up because I got bit by my grandgirl’s cat.
I was feeding her cat with tuna from a cat. The cat misjudged the size of the tuna tidbit and thought my thumb was all tuna. This was at nine o’clock at night. No urgency care open and I really didn’t want to wait in the ER at a hospital. Plus it would mean making grandgirl stay up past her bedtime.
I washed it out, soaked in peroxide, and went to bed.
By morning, it was clear that the infection was growing. If you read about cat bites, they’re one of the nastiest bites to get. So I had to schedule a doctor’s appointment, cancel Poetry Club, and CLA all the parents?
The doctor looked at it, commiserated with me, and then proceeded to prescribe two antibiotics. She also let me know that I could expect a wild week as far as my stomach goes. Oh, yay!
Husband was with me and insisted that I prepare for my stomach distress by purchasing chicken noodle soup, bananas, and bread.
Tonight as I write there has been a few gurgles and a slight headache. I hope to get through school today.