THE BEST-LAID PLANS...NO GOOD DEED...PAVED WITH GOOD INTENTIONS
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
All three of those quotes come to mind when I think of the week I just had.
"The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry."
I took a partial week of vacation, and though I was staying home, I had activities planned to get me out of the house. I like to visit cemeteries and photograph head stones for www.findagrave.com and www.billiongraves.com . I wanted to try and visit one or two, since I have not been able to in a while. Our local Humane Society has had a call out for emergency volunteers to help with 250+ dogs that were removed from a private rescue that had gotten out of control and was not providing the dogs they had with proper care. I wanted to help, so I signed up for a couple of shifts. That leads to the second quote,
"No good deed goes unpunished."
My first day of volunteering was this past Tuesday (10/18/16). I was assigned to assist with cleaning the dog kennels/crates. They asked me if I was okay with large dogs, and I said yes. I was willing to walk the dogs around in the open area while another volunteer cleaned. The first two went smoothly, but the third was a larger dog, about 60 lbs. He headed back towards his crate before it was clean, and I tried to turn him back towards the open area. I made the mistake of reaching out to pat his head from behind and he startled and bit me. Not a nip, but a full on, got my forearm in his mouth and clamped down, BITE. I did not try to pull away, and lowered myself in to a submissive pose, so the others were able to get him off of me without a struggle, but it was a bad injury. I got to take my very first ambulance ride, really fun when the medics know you from work. The ER took X-rays to make sure I did not have a fracture, cleaned the wound out as best they could, bandaged it and discharged me with antibiotics and pain killers. The PA who saw me is one I work with as well, and she said that there was a good chance it would become infected, and if I saw signs and/or had symptoms, please go back to the ER. So now the last quote,
"The road to (The Hospital) is paved with good intentions."
By Thursday, my hand was swollen, red, and hot. The PA, who initially saw me, gave me a call at home to see how I was doing. I told her I was getting ready to go to the ED where I worked and described my hand. She said, "Good" and that she would give whomever was working a heads up. I assumed they would give me a dose of IV antibiotics; add another oral antibiotic and a topical to my regime, and then send me home. The PA more or less laughed at me and said, "I'm calling the Hospitalist, you need to be admitted." I was admitted at 9 pm Thursday and stayed in the hospital until 2 pm Saturday.
Needless to say, my "vacation" was not relaxing.