Day 5 - my owie

The cat bite saga continues. I went to the clinic yesterday afternoon and the doctor said he's never seen an infection spread as quickly as mine. He took a pen and marked my arm where there was redness, indicating infection. Today the redness is about three inches outside the lines he drew yesterday.

They gave me a tetanus shot, an antibiotic shot in my butt (hurt like hell), and prescriptions for an antibiotic and Vicodin. Thank God for the Vicodin. I don't think I would have made it through the night without it.

I'm going back to the clinic in a couple hours. Yesterday the doctor made me promise to come back today if the redness was still there. The red, swollen area is about three times larger than it was yesterday and my injured forearm is swollen up about 1/3 bigger my good arm.

Walter's fate is still up in the air. He's totally healthy other than being blind and deaf so I have a little trouble putting him down just because he got scared and bit me. If I was blind and deaf I might start biting people too. I'm having a little trouble petting him without being afraid he's going to go nuts and attack me again.

Besides the fact I don't know what to do with this crazed cat we've had for 17 years, I also can't exercise. I'm going to try to do a bike ride today, but since I'm taking Vicodin I'm not really sure that's such a great idea. The good news is that I'm not one bit hungry.

Poor Walter. Poor me.