This does not count as an entry,
But I got tore up by Champ one time!
And no, this was not in the game.
MikeJ and I were at the office, he was in the back, I was in the front...
PARTS OF THE OFFICE!
and Champ started barking. MikeJ asked that I close the door. Apparently, Champ didn't take too kindly to people messing with his doors, and the little bugger tore into my foot. I got away from him on a table. By this time, he had gotten 3 solid bites into my foot, tearing away flesh and such. It was pretty bloody and I can not describe the pain to you in words. Worst thing I've ever felt.
MikeJ bought dinner, burgers from Wendy's. Oh yeah. Well, even tossing a WHOLE burger at Champ didn't do much to phase him. He ate it in one or two bytes then continued clawing and barking at the table I was up on. Mike managed to get Champ distracted in the back room somehow enough for me to get out the front door.
Seconds felt like hours, but I jumped. My mind, aware of the damage to my left foot, put all my weight on my right foot. That ankle swelled up the size of a softball.
I hobbled outside and MikeJ left out the back door, also makign his way over some pretty high fences to come to my aid. We went down to the corner Walgreens to get some basic medical supplies, gauze, sterlizer, topical anesthetic, et cetera. I cleaned and dressed my wounds and drove home that night.
At the time, I was living in one of those extended stay hotels with my parents. They had sold their old house but the new one wasn't quite finished yet, so we had go somewhere in the meantime. I just came in with nary a word about the incident. I caught holy hell the next morning when I put my feet down on the floor, one swollen, one bleeding profusely even through the gauze. I felt fine, I didn't see a need to go to the hospital, just to run up some bills for something that would heal on its own. I think my mom threatened me with things worse than a dog bite if I didn't go, and hell, I wasn't in any position to run away, so it was at this point I went to the hospital. It had started to heal, so they couldn't do stitches. XRaying the ankle revealed I had almost broken it, maybe a bit of a deeper twist and that would have been the story.
Oh, and the X-Ray tech only did it after I insisted my chewed up ankle wasn't the damaged one. By comparison, it was not. So that was done after he verified I wasn't full of crap, he was just going to focus on my left leg. Crazy guy I tell you!
So, this landed me two weeks walking with crutches, about a month and a half of cleaning the area 3 times a day and wrapping it, an interesting time getting to work in the morning, and a great story to tell when people look at my foot and see its really messed up. It's a pain getting out of your car with crutches. My car is one of those you kind of sink down into, not a truck or anything. Getting down is easy, getting up with just your upper body and one workable leg is hard. If I put any kind of pressure on the right foot, the pain would want to make me pass out.
A word out of advice to all of you out there. If you find yourself in my situation, being attacked by a pitt bull and you find a chance to counter-attack to fend them off... DO NOT kick them in the head.
You may think it hurts, but in reality, it only pisses them off even more.
Hey _skitzo_, thanks for holding the contest man, this was fun to relive the memories. Well.. most of them anyways!
