I Kick Dogs
Hey and welcome. These past few days have been a struggle. I've been delivering mail for 4 and a half years and have always managed to avoid close contact with loose dogs. At least until last Saturday. I had a run in with one of my mini nemesis. I knew the dog wasn't nice, but the owners never see that side of their pet because it's their baby. I get it, dogs are part of the family. I had a dog growing up, I love dogs. Well, I love most dogs. But if you know your dog has a bad habit of going crazy when someone comes to the door or starts snarling whenever, I, the mail lady, comes through maybe... Just maybe you should take better precautions on how to manage your dog when you open your front door.
Long story short the little bastard got me. You might be asking yourself, "But Didd1y, the title of this entry says you kick dogs? Why did you not kick the dog?" What I will say is that I've learned that I am the type of person who will put themselves in danger so to not be an inconvenience to people. Or small animals in this case. I should probably see a therapist about that. I didn't want to hurt the dog. That was the main reason why I didn't kick it. I didn't want to punt that furry little creature, possibly breaking a few ribs, into the air where it would have contemplated its life decisions. Then to get sued by the owner for kicking their dog like a pro soccer player. I didn't want it to become a big thing.... It was a big thing.
I had blood running down my leg. There were tears, lots of tears. And I'm not one to cry easily but that day the flood gates were open. I manage to get back to my truck to call my mom, because that's what you do when you get hurt. You call your mother, explained what happened. Text my boyfriend, he told me to pack it up and go to the hospital right then and there. Should have listened to him. By the time I got home, I could have worked my full day, went grocery shopping and still get home before I was done with everything that day.
While all this was going on, I contact my higher ups and explain what happened. I give my location and they basically tell me to wait someone is on the way. 45 mins go by and I am still waiting on someone from the office to come assess the situation. It takes less then 10 mins to get to my location. So I contact the first manager saying "I've been out here for 45 mins is someone coming or what?"
"Yeah, (pick a name) is on their way, you're on (insert wrong street), right?" When I tell you I tried to correct this person 5 times. They clearly weren't listing which added to my growing anger.
Not only had I been sitting in pain for almost an hour crying, the person coming to meet me is on the wrong street. Not even in the right area, NOT EVEN on a street that's on MY route. So I call them;
Me: "Where you at?"
Them: "I'm here,"
Me: "Here where?"
Them: "I'm in front of the house."
Me: looks all the way around. "No you're not."
Them: "I'm on (still wrong street)"
Me: "You're on the wrong street, I'm on (correct address)"
Them: "Oh....Spell that..."
So after not throwing my phone, and it was sooo hard not to, they arrive and walk around and take pictures. Some where down the line the police were called because animal control is off the weekends. By then the owners out there acting like the victim, telling me the dog only scratched me. That it wasn't a bite and this is ridiculous. Now, mind you, I have a hole in my sock and two holes in my leg. If anyone should have been acting a fool it should have been me. I'm the one with bite marks, and the nerves on edge. Got my blood pressure through the roof and you mad my boss has to take a picture of YOUR dog, that bit me! (Insert female dog here) If it wasn't for the fact my mom taught me not to act a fool at work. Please believe that I probably wouldn't have a job and would have been charged with assault. But, I'm not about that prison life so I stayed quiet.
My day didn't get any better as time went on. I had to drive back to the office split my route up and wait for the "Adults" to get their life together so I can seek some medical attention. My leg was still bleeding and they are all hanging around chuckling and kiking. I finally get my paper work and head off to an urgent care because they should at least have band aids, at least some cotton balls and surgical tape. I get there and the nice lady takes my information and tells me to wait. Maybe 30 mins later she calls me back and tells me not to be mad. If you're not familiar with that term it means bad news is on the way. She explains to me that they can't see me because they don't have rabies shots there and that I, need to go to the hospital.
Great...... I'm not a huge fan of hospitals. I don't dis like them but I don't like them either. Off I troop to the hospital the nice receptionist recommended. Let me tell you about this beautiful campus of a place. There were ponds and sculptures, I saw some swans in the creek and instantly thought, 'This place is expensive'. I ride around the valet drop off looking for regular parking because my wounds weren't that deep. Park my car and my phone dies. Went from 72% to 3% in a ten min ride. I take it as an omen. Wasn't sure if it was a good or bad one but some kind of omen. I walk into the ER I get registered and before I even get to take a seat they call me to the back. If you've ever experienced being in the ER you know it's an all day affair. So to be called back that soon I knew something was up.
The doctor comes in 15 mins later looks at the bites, looks at me tells me about the shots I say yes please and thank you. I don't know what that dog could have been carrying. He says ok and goes to get everything ready. This lovely young lady comes in and gets all my work info and asks if I need anything. I ask for water because it's been a good 5 hours since my last sip of water, and I really needed lunch, but I didn't want to push it. She gets me some water and lies straight to my face about the water machine that's right outside my room. First of all that water despenser was a mounted refridgerator on the wall across the lobby behind the nuses' station. I looked insane, with one shoe on, I took the other off for the doctor to see my ankle better and never got around to the other foot. So I'm hobbling in the hallway saying "water? water?" while these two women look at me but continue talking like I'm not there. I keep walking towards them asking for water looking crazy and hopeless and then finally one of them says, "do you need help hunny?" Clearly woman! But I say "Yes please, is there a water machine somewhere over here?" She points me to the machine, I have to hobble around the desk and pass people eating their lunch in the cut. I thank them, get ice as well because that was an option and I'm not paying for this visit.
If you've never gotten a rabies shot before here are a few things you should know.
1) They don't stab you in the stomach with a bunch of needles anymore. That was a thing in the 80s apparently, the advancement of medical feild has better the practice or something.
2) You will get a giant needle to the wound. Yes, where the animal bit you. Where the pain is coming from, that's where this needle is going.
3) It gets better. Not only do you have to endure the pain of being stabbed in a already sensitive area, you get it multiple times. At different angles, yay right? Oh, almost forgot that stuff in the needle they're putting in your body burns. Burns like fires set on Kings Landing by Daenerys Targaryen.
Bring a friend should you have to ever have to get this done. Not something one should do alone.
If you're still reading along, Great! I honestly wasn't sure if people still read blogs. Thank you for committing this far in. I'm going to try to wrap this up because I didn't intend for this story to be this long.
Ok, to wrap up the hospital, I had to wait an hour for the x-ray lady to find me. The doctor told me he couldn't sign off on my Workman's comp because the urgent care was the one who sent me there. So back to the urgent care I went, still with no band aids or gauze. Just running around with an open wound bleeding on surfaces. Finally get back to the urgent care they look at me, say welcome back. The new doctor informs me that I need two days off to watch the bite then we'll go from there. I try to ask for a week off without asking for a week off, they tell me no. When I do get back to work I was welcomed with a lovely write up interview to see if it was my fault the dog bit me. Yes, I may get in trouble for these shenanigans I pulled. Tricking that poor dog into tasting my leg, whatever was I thinking. Hopefully the doc will clear me for regular work soon so I can pretend none of this happened. Oh the house with dog has moved their mailbox so I don't have to get close to the house anymore.
Thank you aging for reading my long drawn out story. I promise the rest of them won't be as long...hopefully.
Didd1y
Long story short the little bastard got me. You might be asking yourself, "But Didd1y, the title of this entry says you kick dogs? Why did you not kick the dog?" What I will say is that I've learned that I am the type of person who will put themselves in danger so to not be an inconvenience to people. Or small animals in this case. I should probably see a therapist about that. I didn't want to hurt the dog. That was the main reason why I didn't kick it. I didn't want to punt that furry little creature, possibly breaking a few ribs, into the air where it would have contemplated its life decisions. Then to get sued by the owner for kicking their dog like a pro soccer player. I didn't want it to become a big thing.... It was a big thing.
I had blood running down my leg. There were tears, lots of tears. And I'm not one to cry easily but that day the flood gates were open. I manage to get back to my truck to call my mom, because that's what you do when you get hurt. You call your mother, explained what happened. Text my boyfriend, he told me to pack it up and go to the hospital right then and there. Should have listened to him. By the time I got home, I could have worked my full day, went grocery shopping and still get home before I was done with everything that day.
While all this was going on, I contact my higher ups and explain what happened. I give my location and they basically tell me to wait someone is on the way. 45 mins go by and I am still waiting on someone from the office to come assess the situation. It takes less then 10 mins to get to my location. So I contact the first manager saying "I've been out here for 45 mins is someone coming or what?"
"Yeah, (pick a name) is on their way, you're on (insert wrong street), right?" When I tell you I tried to correct this person 5 times. They clearly weren't listing which added to my growing anger.
Not only had I been sitting in pain for almost an hour crying, the person coming to meet me is on the wrong street. Not even in the right area, NOT EVEN on a street that's on MY route. So I call them;
Me: "Where you at?"
Them: "I'm here,"
Me: "Here where?"
Them: "I'm in front of the house."
Me: looks all the way around. "No you're not."
Them: "I'm on (still wrong street)"
Me: "You're on the wrong street, I'm on (correct address)"
Them: "Oh....Spell that..."
So after not throwing my phone, and it was sooo hard not to, they arrive and walk around and take pictures. Some where down the line the police were called because animal control is off the weekends. By then the owners out there acting like the victim, telling me the dog only scratched me. That it wasn't a bite and this is ridiculous. Now, mind you, I have a hole in my sock and two holes in my leg. If anyone should have been acting a fool it should have been me. I'm the one with bite marks, and the nerves on edge. Got my blood pressure through the roof and you mad my boss has to take a picture of YOUR dog, that bit me! (Insert female dog here) If it wasn't for the fact my mom taught me not to act a fool at work. Please believe that I probably wouldn't have a job and would have been charged with assault. But, I'm not about that prison life so I stayed quiet.
My day didn't get any better as time went on. I had to drive back to the office split my route up and wait for the "Adults" to get their life together so I can seek some medical attention. My leg was still bleeding and they are all hanging around chuckling and kiking. I finally get my paper work and head off to an urgent care because they should at least have band aids, at least some cotton balls and surgical tape. I get there and the nice lady takes my information and tells me to wait. Maybe 30 mins later she calls me back and tells me not to be mad. If you're not familiar with that term it means bad news is on the way. She explains to me that they can't see me because they don't have rabies shots there and that I, need to go to the hospital.
Great...... I'm not a huge fan of hospitals. I don't dis like them but I don't like them either. Off I troop to the hospital the nice receptionist recommended. Let me tell you about this beautiful campus of a place. There were ponds and sculptures, I saw some swans in the creek and instantly thought, 'This place is expensive'. I ride around the valet drop off looking for regular parking because my wounds weren't that deep. Park my car and my phone dies. Went from 72% to 3% in a ten min ride. I take it as an omen. Wasn't sure if it was a good or bad one but some kind of omen. I walk into the ER I get registered and before I even get to take a seat they call me to the back. If you've ever experienced being in the ER you know it's an all day affair. So to be called back that soon I knew something was up.
The doctor comes in 15 mins later looks at the bites, looks at me tells me about the shots I say yes please and thank you. I don't know what that dog could have been carrying. He says ok and goes to get everything ready. This lovely young lady comes in and gets all my work info and asks if I need anything. I ask for water because it's been a good 5 hours since my last sip of water, and I really needed lunch, but I didn't want to push it. She gets me some water and lies straight to my face about the water machine that's right outside my room. First of all that water despenser was a mounted refridgerator on the wall across the lobby behind the nuses' station. I looked insane, with one shoe on, I took the other off for the doctor to see my ankle better and never got around to the other foot. So I'm hobbling in the hallway saying "water? water?" while these two women look at me but continue talking like I'm not there. I keep walking towards them asking for water looking crazy and hopeless and then finally one of them says, "do you need help hunny?" Clearly woman! But I say "Yes please, is there a water machine somewhere over here?" She points me to the machine, I have to hobble around the desk and pass people eating their lunch in the cut. I thank them, get ice as well because that was an option and I'm not paying for this visit.
If you've never gotten a rabies shot before here are a few things you should know.
1) They don't stab you in the stomach with a bunch of needles anymore. That was a thing in the 80s apparently, the advancement of medical feild has better the practice or something.
2) You will get a giant needle to the wound. Yes, where the animal bit you. Where the pain is coming from, that's where this needle is going.
3) It gets better. Not only do you have to endure the pain of being stabbed in a already sensitive area, you get it multiple times. At different angles, yay right? Oh, almost forgot that stuff in the needle they're putting in your body burns. Burns like fires set on Kings Landing by Daenerys Targaryen.
Bring a friend should you have to ever have to get this done. Not something one should do alone.
If you're still reading along, Great! I honestly wasn't sure if people still read blogs. Thank you for committing this far in. I'm going to try to wrap this up because I didn't intend for this story to be this long.
Ok, to wrap up the hospital, I had to wait an hour for the x-ray lady to find me. The doctor told me he couldn't sign off on my Workman's comp because the urgent care was the one who sent me there. So back to the urgent care I went, still with no band aids or gauze. Just running around with an open wound bleeding on surfaces. Finally get back to the urgent care they look at me, say welcome back. The new doctor informs me that I need two days off to watch the bite then we'll go from there. I try to ask for a week off without asking for a week off, they tell me no. When I do get back to work I was welcomed with a lovely write up interview to see if it was my fault the dog bit me. Yes, I may get in trouble for these shenanigans I pulled. Tricking that poor dog into tasting my leg, whatever was I thinking. Hopefully the doc will clear me for regular work soon so I can pretend none of this happened. Oh the house with dog has moved their mailbox so I don't have to get close to the house anymore.
Thank you aging for reading my long drawn out story. I promise the rest of them won't be as long...hopefully.
Didd1y
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