Rabid Fun

Following yesterday’s chihuahua attack my thumb had the distinct signs of infection this morning so I headed to Tobey to get some antibiotics.  My labmate in grade school nearly lost a thumb to staph so I am fairly keen to its capabilities.  By nearly I mean that he had several people tell him that he would lose the thumb and finally, on opinion three, he found a guy who was willing to cut and drain it every day for a month.  While my thumb only had a handful of tiny dog bites on it I should mention that his thumb was punctured by a pushpin failure when he was putting up a posting for a room for rent.  Ultimately the doc at Tobey was more worried about rabies.  I honestly never thought much about rabies but it turns out that if you get it, there is essentially 99.9999% mortality.  Also, it is a horrible death because you slowly lose all motor function.  I did not specify 100% mortality because apparently in 2005 some Wisconsin woman acquired the disease and lived.  I acquiesced to his suggestion and was then informed that I was going to be a human pincushion because the volume of the immunoglobulin is enough to fill about six needles in addition to the tetanus.   Also, not mentioned, the method of injection is that two nurses inject simultaneously, one in each cheek.  This is somehow “more efficient”.   More efficient is me not being stupid enough to put my hands near a scared dog’s mouth.  When I got back we took the ladies to Quissett Harbor in Falmouth.  I don’t recall ever being there before and it is strikingly beautiful with deep clear water and ringed by large well kept homes.  Cristin went for a swim with Phoebe and I lounged with Ellie in the V-berth and played with her toys.  On the way back we found ourselves sideways to a pretty good swell but the ladies completely conked out.   Ultimately, this 20 minute snooze meant that neither one had any interest in a real nap at home, thus dashing my hope of getting out on the bike.   It was a beautiful day.