Everything is/will be fine, but yesterday [personal profile] cattitude had an unexpected and unpleasant adventure (it made us hours late for lunch and there's medical follow-up):

He went downstairs yesterday morning to do the laundry, and came back up saying that he had been bitten on the finger by a bat, which had been inside one of the washing machines. So I called a Lyft and took him to the emergency room, while [personal profile] adrian_turtle warned the neighbors and called Animal Control and the landlord's emergency maintenance line.

The ER was uncrowded, and they saw him quickly. He has now had 14 mL of rabies immunoglobulin -- the dose is scaled by body weight -- and the first several doses of the rabies vaccine. After they gave him the vaccine, we waited for another 15 or 20 minutes to be sure he hadn't had a bad reaction to the vaccine. Then they sent us home, where we had a late lunch. (We left for the ER at 11:30, and got home three hours later.)

Cattitude has to go back three times for more vaccine, three, seven, and fourteen days from now. This will be through the ER, and they suggested he try to arrive early in the day so it won't be crowded. If he hadn't told them he was already on antibiotics from the dentist, because he had two wisdom teeth extracted Wednesday afternoon, they would have prescribed some.

Adrian told us that when she called Animal Control, they said she should have been observing the bat continuously from the time it bit Andy at least until they answered the phone, which she and I both thought was an impressively stupid idea. Instead, the bat was shut inside laundry room, with a warning sign until the Animal Control guy showed up. Adrian then heard thumping from downstairs, after which they told her that they had captured the bat.

Animal Control tested the bat for rabies, and it was negative, which is a relief. Nonetheless, he's going to finish the vaccine series rather than take chances. That means going back Sunday, next Thursday, and the Thursday after.

Conveniently, Adrian and I had separately decided we wanted to go for walks yesterday morning, and each of us came back with tasty things. Adrian got smoked fish for lunch, and we both bought fruit and lettuce. We may have more lettuce and mixed greens than we will eat while they're still fresh.

Having dealt with all that, Cattitude decided he wanted sushi for supper, which Adrian and I also thought was a fine idea. We had it delivered from Fin's, which is near our new apartment, and it was good enough that we will probably order from there again (and maybe pick it up ourselves, rather than paying GrubHub fees, but everyone had had a long day).
I was walking forward on a moving bus yesterday, stumbled, and landed on/across a bench seat. I don't think I'm seriously hurt, but this left me with several bruises. I iced the ones on my calves as soon as I got home, but that was ten or fifteen minutes later. I tried soaking in a hot bath, which did help, but first I discovered that the stopper in our bathtub no longer works, and had to improvise something with a plastic bag and a ceramic rice bowl. medical details )

A night's sleep helped some, enough that I walked down to Davis Square with [personal profile] cattitude this afternoon, because walking and daylight are good for me, it was sunny and mild (for Massachusetts in February, 5°C/42°F), and the forecast for the next few days isn't promising.

I had been vaguely considering going to the Women's March on Boston Common tomorrow, despite the cold, but decided against that almost immediately after getting hurt. I probably will go to the Winter Farmers Market tomorrow morning and see about more vegetables, smoked fish, and maybe some interesting bread and/or cheese. (That market is one of the best things about living in this bit of Somerville.)
This happened back in the 1990s, but I just described it in comments to a Making Light post on "Trauma and You," so I figure I might as well put it down here, for the record (not all of you knew me then, and I don't go around saying "let me tell you about my old medical stuff"). It's not especially icky, but it is long, and cut tags seem kinder for anything to do with even minor injury. cut for medical stuff )
This happened back in the 1990s, but I just described it in comments to a Making Light post on "Trauma and You," so I figure I might as well put it down here, for the record (not all of you knew me then, and I don't go around saying "let me tell you about my old medical stuff"). It's not especially icky, but it is long, and cut tags seem kinder for anything to do with even minor injury. cut for medical stuff )
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