RUN 5 miles in about 50 mins, on track
BIKE COMMUTE 13.8 miles
I met BE at the track and we did a short ladders workout: 2x of (100, 200, 300, 400, 300, 200) with 100 walks in between. Up the ladder, then down. This was terribly relaxing and felt great. My feet were still a bit sore from the Lost Valley run, but they loosened up.
Home, straight out to walk dog. And here's where the day got defined. As Shoo and I were walking on Juniata at Calif, near the silver-painted house, a dog from an un-fenced yard ran out and attacked us. A big, steely gray, big-shouldered, square faced dog. Fast. Furious. And meant business. It was too fast to really know -- I pulled Shoo back to try to shield her, the dog pushed past me and got her neck. A guy from the yard sprinted out and full body tackled the dog, pulled it back. She started walking the dog away (I think), but the dog evaded him and came back a second time. Again Shoo grabbed by the neck. All I could see was her head in this dog's mouth, she's trying to pull back but the dog has her neck. I'm screaming, I think I was kneeing the dog to get it off Shoo. At some point, in the first or second or both rounds my left knee is bit by the dog. the guy is back and tackles the dog again. He's yelling, telling me to get away. We started away, and in a half block I couldn't even walk. A neighbor appeared, asking if she should call police. Then she disappeared. I knelt down by Shoo, she's wimpering. My leg bleeding. I'm shaking and can't think except to know Sugar is OK.
The guy comes back out with a wet towel, he's bleeding too I think he cut his feet running out. Shoo won't let me touch her neck, she's got saliva all over her left neck. All of us are adrenalined, but he gives me his name and number. We can walk so we start heading home. The neighbor comes back and walks me a block or two, then I'm alone the last block. Hyperventilating. My heart, that's my next thought. God it was racing. Call mom, can barely talk, but I tell her about selling the china set and she gets me home. My poor mom having to field these calls.
Home. Shaking, dizzy, Shoo is not bleeding but I am. So off to Urgent care. There I'm cold and dizzy and about to pass out. The Met Gala is on the TV, like from the Ocean's 8 movie. I have chest pain, they ask if I want an EKG but I'm convinced it's stress. It didn't feel like a heart attack. X-rays, clean up antibiotics, home to Sugar. I get her a vet appt, and to keep calm and distracted I talk to Dad and sister, and Tori and SO.
All morning Sugar was quiet and subdued. I left her alone, she slept mostly until 11 when we left. She perked up at the vet, but the vet pointed out that her adrenaline of being at the vet can mask pain. But thank god, no tears or immediately apparent damage. I was more worried about her, this really helped.
Home, rest, call CSB and police. Back and forth with mis-information, but eventually get my complaint lodged. Then try to eat so I can absorb the antibiotics. Then I bike to work. Funny to think that's what I did, but I didn't feel up to driving! And my leg didn't hurt terribly much.
At work, I felt awful, distracted, weak, dizzy, gut was cramping. I did what I could, tried to be awake and cheery, but it didn't last. As I helped AH at the microscope, I knew this wasn't going well. Soon enough, everything I'd had to eat and drink all day came back up in a messy flood. At least I made it to the bathroom! But coworker JenH had to hear it all, she's so sweet and stayed with me. Got me a chair and towel and water. And a hug :)
In pure coincidence, the St Mary's cardiology office called with test results. I let them know what happened, and asked if there was anything I should be aware off. After my visit to the bathroom, Dr W called back. I should be OK, but if I can't calm down I need to come to ER. Motivation enough right there. Do NOT want that.
Slog ride home, and felt awful still. Believe it or not, I cleaned up as I could. Partly for distraction and partly for fear that I would end up in hospital and I didn't want to leave a mess for family or friends behind. Ugh. And Shoo wanted to walk. Double ugh. We didn't get far, only Ohio to Jefferson. On the way found a neighbor's amazon package riffled through, got that back to her. Tried to water the front yard but was rapidly going downhill. Nearly passed out. To bed as fast as I could, feeling almost flu-like. Cold, achy, headache, miserable. Slept 1-2 hours, awake at 8 and tried to eat so I could take meds. I probably lost the first dose with the food and drink earlier and this was bothering me. A few egg whites and a potato, stayed down. Back to bed after calling mom. Still feel awful, my HR was 86 just resting in bed!
The Blues were on, listened to them (they WON in overtime!), then sleep. What a day.
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