Monday, November 22, 2010
See this bleepity bleep bleepin' cat?
I rescued him from the streets 13 years ago. For the sake of his health, I rub this nasty paste thyroid medicine in his ears every day. And of course I feed him every morning.
But today, he thought I needed some extra incentive to get out of bed and take care of him... so he bit me- which freaked me out and made me jerk away- which startled him and made him clamp down harder... ON MY LIP.
Do you know how demoralizing it is to admit yourself to the ER with a cat bite?
Well, I'll tell you.
It turns out it's not nearly as demoralizing as passing out in the ER from a cat bite.
I have three stitches. One of them is kinda wonky- I'm guessing that's the one the doctor was working on when I decided to exit stage left. And the gash goes upward from the right corner of my mouth, which leaves me looking like Heath Ledger's Joker.
Except I won't be able to play the part very well because one of my discharge orders was to try not to smile too big.