In the Spring of 1996 I was bitten by a neighborhood cat. This cat regularly came around to visit, but we had no idea where he lived. Normally he was a nice gentleman. The evening I was bitten was just a fluke. So...here I am bleeding from a nasty bite. Called the doctor, who gave us information on how to get he Rabies vaccine started. Jon and I had to go down to the county health office and sign for the vaccine as it is a controlled substance. We then transported it to our family doctor who called in all his staff to watch the show. It seems in all his years of practicing he had never had to deal with rabies. Now, on the bright side...you no longer get the shots in your belly region. Sadly for me though...the amount of shots you get are in direct proportion to your body weight :( Can you say Uh-Oh? I received 8 shots that first day. Then for the next month I had to go in once a week for a single shot. Nothing in my life has hurt so much. All my bones ached, it felt as if they were melting. We did manage to find the owners and home of the cat...the day after my last shot. Now...how can you find humor in all this? Well.... Stevie went to school and told everyone I had rabies and was dying. Lucky me, I got to go to school and talk to the kindergarten class about why you don't pet stray animals :) I was pretty miffed at the youngster for spreading lies. Jon and I are watching TV after the boys are in bed. The usual monkey business is going on. We can hear them giggling and goofing around instead of sleeping. Jon looks over to me and says...

"Bet ya wont go brush your teeth and get all foamy mouthed...then rush into the boy's room"

Now I can't say I wasn't tempted :)