So how much do you really know about anyone?

Moti my dog bit me today.

He panicked.

He was always afraid of those big trucks...and one was parked right around the corner near the place we go every evening for our daily walk.

A car came and was about to run over moti.I stopped the car and tried to pull moti towards my side.My hand went to his collar and the truck revved its engine.

He panicked.He bit my right hand ...he literally gnawed on it.

I had to hold my cool and calmly lead moti to safety, which I did, in spite of the throbbing pain and profuse bleeding in my right palm.

Of course, I had to rush to get an anti-rabies shot.With my hand still hurting, mom had to drive.If you seen mom drive, you'll think she's speed racer on a scooter.

She rushed to the store where she knows they are stored in refrigerated conditions(+2  to +8 deg c) and then broke a red light and took me to the clinic.She justified it by telling me that the traffic cop was looking the other way,and that my treatment was first priority.

The nurses couldn't teasing me.

They insisted that they give the intra-muscular injection to the buttocks.Their reason was that it hurt a lot less.

Sure! Gluteus Maximus is the largest muscle but hey! I'm in pain! And I'm in no mood to strip!

I told them that my shoulder would have to do...

Finally they complied and jabbed it deep into my left shoulder.

Wow! More than the pain, I'm hurt that Moti would actually bite me so hard.Oh Yes...My hand has a few deep punctures, and it is throbbing like a  (insert appropriate simile).

I don't know , but I'm feeling really low after getting bitten.Its a combination of physical pain and mental, I guess.