Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Why We Keep Our Legs Crossed

In an epic battle between pit-bull and testicle the other day, the pit-bull most decidedly had the upper hand.

Frolicking in the snow, it waited until the human in question looked away into the distance, smoking a cigarette outside in his underwear.  Sensing preoccupation, the stray little dog grabbed the opportunity, so to speak, and the hapless gentleman made a visit to my trauma room.

Usually, rabies shots are administered 0, 3, 7, and 14 days after the bite. The first is an immunoglobulin shot, then a series of shots in the arm.  Usually, the first shot is given to the bite-area, but as this case was in a sensitive spot, the shot was administered to the patient's backside.  Interestingly enough, this was the most frightening part for the patient, who is lucky to still be, for all intents and purposes, an intact human male.

His animated re-telling and subsequent musing that at the sight of any dog, he will run inside or jump headlong into a motor vehicle was amusing, to say the least.

Moral: Keeping one's legs crossed isn't just polite, it's potentially life(/genital)-saving.


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