Anyone who has spent time with me knows how clumsy I am. I am always covered in cuts and scrapes and bruises. So what could possibly send me to the emergency room??
Was it a chainsaw accident? No…
A fall off a ladder? No…
Did I get hit with a falling branch? No…
Tractor accident? No…
Was I protecting my barn from a bear? Closer…..
Protecting my chickens from a coyote? Closer….
Alright I will tell you.
I was trying to examine my 8 year old cat Charlie’s eye which is recovering from an ulcer when he had enough and bit me!
Yep, that’s it. I was sent to the hospital with a very fast moving bacterial infection caused by my overweight, slow, old, mostly indoor cat.
Now anyone want to guess how dumb I feel!? I totally wish it could be a cooler story with more heroics, but no. A domestic cat bite got the best of me.
I now have to sit (the worst punishment of all), allow others to do things for me (a close second in the worse punishments of all time) and let the antibiotics work. Apparently, by using my hand, the bacteria is pushed faster and further through my system.
Ugh…sounds like a Netflix and chips afternoon.
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