Strange what constitutes an occupational injury. Yesterday afternoon I inadvertently stuck my hand right where a dogfight was about to break out, and got it shredded by a wayward adolescent boxer. Lulu wasn't hurt, fortunately. I think my hand got the message intended for her. It bled all over the place, and you can tell where my priorities were—I drove myself to the hospital and didn't get a drop of blood in the car. They gave me a tetanus shot, filled me with antibiotics, and applied an impressive-looking bandage. No stitches—all puncture wounds—but it's painful, and I am finding it difficult to type. I will just have to be uncharacteristically pithy, rather than my usual prolix self. Although I do have a nice piece to post as soon as I can get it ready. It just might take longer than planned.
I will not be able to answer emails very readily, either, unfortunately.
Featured Comment by David: "As a former USAF dog handler, I've had the experience of being bitten a number of times. The bites were almost always much more painful in the hours and night following. I am amazed that you can type at all. That is dedication."
Mike replies: It was surprisingly painful. I'm typing almost entirely with my left hand! And I'm a slow typist with both hands. The pain is much better today, although my hand is very swollen.