:: checks to see if Fay is foaming at the mouth ::
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I would say to go to the doctor. Rabies shots aren't fun, but rabies is even worse. And bite by random street dog makes it seem more likely there was something wrong with the dog to begin with.
I am still thinking no need for shots bu from the CDC website
Bite
Any penetration of the skin by teeth constitutes a bite exposure. All bites, regardless of body site, represent a potential risk of rabies transmission, but that risk varies with the species of biting animal, the anatomic site of the bite, and the severity of the wound.
Bites by some animals, such as bats, can inflict minor injury and thus be difficult to detect.
go get it checked
I'm going to catch up but first I'm jumping to the end to say:
I've had the shots. They're not that bad. The first round is the worst because you get nice big needle full of gamma globulin (sp? who the fuck cares) along with the raibes shot.
But after that its just shots in your tush (not your abdomen, not for YEARS now) every couple of days. A couple of times I felt a little achy for a few hours afterwards. It sucked but it wasn't tragic.
If you start the treatments in, what, 48? 72? hours it's 100% preventable.
If you get it its 100% fatal and a truly horrible way to die.
(sp? who the fuck cares)
I think you got that right.
Fay, please go get it checked. Just to be absolutely safe.
If you get it its 100% fatal and a truly horrible way to die
OK yeah. Get the shots please Fay.
Fay, please go get it checked. Just to be absolutely safe.
This, please.
IOMeN: I am exhausted and wired. Tonight was the last performance (of 4) of the last show (of 3) of the school year for my 8th grade performing arts class. We did a wacky little musical called Krazy Kamp and the show lived up to its title, especially tonight. The kids were on and the show was fantastic.
And, I lost a bet with them, too. I bet them that if they could sing loud, with energy, and sound good, I'd wear pj's to work all week next week. I totally lost and I am so glad.
Of course, it took awhile to clean all the whipped cream off the floor, but it was all worth it! Oh, yes, the play ends with a pie in the face. How could it not?
Fay, please go get it checked out. When I got bit by a dog through jeans, the wound site got infected, even though there were fewer than five minutes in between the unfortunate introduction of canine teeth into my tuckus and the liberal use of disinfectant. Animal control officers got the dog into custody quickly, and quarantined him, so I did not have to have rabies shots. But they did advise me that it would be best to be evaluated by a medical professional.
It may well be that an expert will concur with your assessment that no dog slobber has breeched your skin. But there is only one Fay, and it would make us all very sad to take a chance with your life.