Yes, how I love going to the E.R. for totally dumb things, like the dog bite that I experienced Friday night. I linked to the picture instead of posting it outright just so that my blog doesn't overflow with gore. Funny, every time I've had a dog bite (I guess that would be twice) the owner has invariably said, "Oh, he's just barking/playing. He doesn't bite."
I was reluctant to go to the E.R., but it was probably a good thing as they said some of the fang holes were quite deep--took a while to clean them out. Brrr! And I did get antibiotics, which in this circumstance is probably a good thing.
We only spent a couple hours in the E.R., which is not bad for a Friday night, although I had been hoping to go to bed at 10 pm after a quick visit to my friend, not 1 am after an evening in the hospital.
I got severe sticker shock when they suggested a hundred-dollar deposit on however much it would end up being. I actually felt scared and sick as they ran my credit card. I have been so broke this summer, as my student loan doesn't cover summers, only fall/winter. I have another 4 weeks until I get a check that doesn't go entirely to rent, and because I've been so broke, it's already spent about twice over anyway. So I really hope the dog owners will pay for the medical part. Not trying to make a profit or sue anyone or anything; I just seriously can't afford to pay for people's pets to maul me.