EPET PAWS - EPET PAWS

Background introduction

It is believed that all pet owners have been bitten or scratched by their own masters more or less, either unintentionally or intentionally, some serious and some slight. For example, when I first raised a dog, even if I was gently scratched by the dog without breaking the skin and bleeding red marks, I was afraid of rabies. After all, rabies is equal to being sentenced to death. At that time, I was too young to understand, which also reflected that the national science popularization was not enough. So far, many people think that being bitten by a dog = getting rabies = having to get rabies vaccine. At this moment, I said hehe.

Raising a dog for three years and raising a cat for one year is also battle-hardened. I have experienced numerous minor injuries. Some of them were deliberately bitten because of food protection, some of them accidentally scratched their teeth, and even some of them were too excited to play with toys and accidentally missed a hole in my teeth. Is this the most ruthless one? No, the worst one was the stitches!!! What are those little fights before?

Nuo, the culprit is my Schwann. He was adopted when he was more than one year old. Now he is almost three years old. He has been raising me for more than half a year when he bit me. Nuo is the stupid dog on the right of the picture below.

How was it bitten?

I still remember very clearly that it was more than seven o'clock on July 19 last year. I was sitting on the ground playing with my mobile phone (because the sofa at home had been dismantled by them and had not been repaired). The silly dog was turning around and biting its tail. I don't know why it suddenly hit my face. I just felt a tooth across my face and then a stream of warm liquid flowed down. Well, I felt blood in my hand. Wipe it with a tissue and run to look in the mirror.

My God, I was startled. Boy, there was a crack in the corner of my mouth. When I closed my mouth, there was a seam beside it (the photo is gone now, which is really scary). I thought it was over and I had to get stitches. Later, I felt the pain and anger. I beat up Schwann and shut him on the balcony. Then I smoked a cigarette and calmly asked someone to accompany me to the hospital.

Subsequent processing

At about eight o'clock in the evening, I went to the People's Hospital for emergency treatment. I seemed to have forgotten the details of my ear, nose and throat. I was tired of looking for a doctor for a long time!

The doctor said stitches, and I said no stitches? The doctor probably thought that I was a girl and it was easy to care about it, so he was going to ask my friend to come and see my wound. I said that you didn't have to tell me directly. Then I took the mirror and looked at the cut at the corner of my mouth. The doctor said that you could not close such a big cut without stitches. It was a seam. I said, OK, how many stitches? The doctor answered three stitches, and then he might not recover well and need to stitch again, which would leave scars and so on. I said it was all right, you sew it. Then the first shot I got in my face was an anesthetic, and I cried! The anesthetic really hurts

After the anesthesia, the doctor began to clean up the wound and disinfect it, wash off the dust and so on. He also checked my mouth, because he was afraid of wearing it. In this case, the mouth also needed stitches, but fortunately not! Then I grinned and drooled quietly and watched the doctor poke me in the face with a needle. I urged him to hurry up and he said slowly that he would sew me better. I cried! When the third needle poked the blood vessel, the blood biu flowed, so I removed it and sewed it again. Well, it was equal to five stitches on my face. The picture below is the day of the stitches!

After the stitches, I went downstairs to pay for the medicine and get a tetanus shot

. I didn't tell the doctor that I was bitten by a dog, nor did I tell the people around me. First of all, I knew in my heart whether the dog I raised had rabies. Secondly, he didn't bite me on purpose. In addition, he was adopted. Some people around him disagreed. I don't want to say that this little thing causes other people's opinions about Schwann. I can beat, scold and dislike my dog, but others can't. Also explain emphatically

here is not to call everybody not to hit wild dog vaccine, but can see a circumstance and decide! For example, if you are bitten by a dog of unknown origin, you still have to fight! Finally, after half an hour of arm skin test, I got a tetanus buttock injection. One day, my face, hands and buttocks all got a needle!

That night, my friend comforted me and invited me to eat porridge. At that time, half of my face was swollen and I couldn't open my mouth. I ate porridge with a straw. A bunch of goddamn friends tried to make me laugh. I couldn't help holding down the wound and laughing. I never felt that I loved to laugh so much in my life. I was also smiling in the hospital. Oh, I was in pain. Then I stayed at home for seven days and drank porridge for seven days. On the seventh day, I went to remove the stitches. The picture below is the day when the stitches were removed. My face was still very swollen!

In addition to the needle tetanus, the doctor gave me an anti-inflammatory drug and a drug used to gargle + smear on the mouth to promote wound healing. I saw that the main ingredient was the extract of the American Sickle, which could also be used for the treatment of gastric ulcer. I probably knew what it was in my heart. I didn't go to Baidu all the time. After removing the stitches, I immediately Baidu the American Sickle. After searching, I'm really glad that I'm smart enough to search again (I won't tell you what it is, Hee Hee).

In the end, I really advised everyone not to sit on the ground if they had nothing to do. I really suffered a great loss. Before, when I was walking my dog, I sat on the grass and played with my mobile phone. A bunch of dogs ran around on the grass and then rushed over and gave me a flying leg. My face was swollen for several days. At that time, my brain was buzzing. This time, I also suffered a great loss. But this baby is a more optimistic child, do not care about the appearance of this thing mentality is better, I also laugh at myself later please call me scar sister, but my scar is not obvious, not as conspicuous as my acne marks.

Can't you see my scar? Hee hee, Schwann was beaten up by me that day. After a night of confinement, I forgave him. He is still my youngest son. Now he lies at my feet and warms me. I hope everyone and everyone's pets can be well ~