Yup, so I'm moving to Maryland. I'm not to sure about the area, but hell I never am when I first move. It's only a few years. The program seems solid, I like the folks I'll be working with, and I'll get to attend the University of Maryland. Plus, where else do you get to deal with black widows, poison ivy and honey bees at the same time?
I was right, I just needed to get stung. I'm in a 100% better place now. Although a dog bit me. Kind of a funny story. I woke up in the middle of the night at this guy's house I was staying at in Maryland. I had to take a piss, so I went to the bathroom and sat down (yeah, sat down. No one likes piss on the floor, and my aim is pretty bad at 2 in the morning.) Anyway I didn't see the dog until after I'd sat down. I reached out to pet her and apparently scared the shit out of her (she's a bit old and deaf). Well, she chomped down on my hand. Then she started growling all menacingly and wouldn't let me out of the bathroom. It wasn't my dog, so I couldn't really do anything. She started barking and ended waking up the guy, his wife, and all three of the kids. So there's me cornered in the bathroom with the dog going ape-shit at me and the whole family standing around. Then I notice how badly my hand is bleeding. I'm dripping on the floor and everything.
An hour, a dishtowel, and the repeated promise that I DID NOT need to go to the hospital, was what it took to finally get everyone calmed down. The dog got so freaked out that she peed all over the floor and wouldn't come out of the basement. I felt bad because I was the one who had scared her, and I was a complete stranger. She was protecting her family. It was a big production.
But I look at it like Garp. I've already pre-disastered the place so it should be all good from there.
I was right, I just needed to get stung. I'm in a 100% better place now. Although a dog bit me. Kind of a funny story. I woke up in the middle of the night at this guy's house I was staying at in Maryland. I had to take a piss, so I went to the bathroom and sat down (yeah, sat down. No one likes piss on the floor, and my aim is pretty bad at 2 in the morning.) Anyway I didn't see the dog until after I'd sat down. I reached out to pet her and apparently scared the shit out of her (she's a bit old and deaf). Well, she chomped down on my hand. Then she started growling all menacingly and wouldn't let me out of the bathroom. It wasn't my dog, so I couldn't really do anything. She started barking and ended waking up the guy, his wife, and all three of the kids. So there's me cornered in the bathroom with the dog going ape-shit at me and the whole family standing around. Then I notice how badly my hand is bleeding. I'm dripping on the floor and everything.
An hour, a dishtowel, and the repeated promise that I DID NOT need to go to the hospital, was what it took to finally get everyone calmed down. The dog got so freaked out that she peed all over the floor and wouldn't come out of the basement. I felt bad because I was the one who had scared her, and I was a complete stranger. She was protecting her family. It was a big production.
But I look at it like Garp. I've already pre-disastered the place so it should be all good from there.
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whiskey_____:
I'm sorry you have been bit, but I'm glad to hear you've been stung. I am very pleased to hear everything is working out for you, it is about time you write about pleasant things in your journal.
inkedgirl:
OUCH! How's the hand feeling today?
