I swear it's like everyone but me has lost their minds.
That guy banging on my house today? Had to have been some sort of junkie or something because the minute I opened my door to let the dog out to pee he was there, trying to push his way into the house. Colonel Brandon jumped at him - that's seventy pounds of short, pissy dog launched at the guy's pelvis - and he didn't even flinch, just reached for me and threw me against the hall wall. Asshole was probably trying to get to my Wii to pawn it for drugs. I know I should have gotten the hell out of the way and called the cops to deal with him but reflexes kicked in and I tripped him. My foot plus that extra seventy pounds hanging off the front made him tip over head first into the fireplace. At that point the headache, the adrenaline, whatever you want to call it all sort of exploded and I reached for the fireplace poker since it was the closest weapon I could find.
That's when Brandon started to whimper. At first I couldn't see what he was doing to my dog and then... I hit him. Hard. As hard as I could. He left Brandon alone and turned on me. Fucker bit me in the calf. I just kept hitting him and hitting him and he kept crawling after me.
That's when I ran out the front door, I wanted to find help. The street was empty, I screamed and no one seemed to hear me. When I came back to the house he was gone, the door wide open. Brandon is missing. There was a pool of blood on the tile in front of the fireplace and I'm hoping it was from the junkie, I really am. The cats are gone too.
I tried to get to the hospital on base, who knows what sort of shots I'm going to need - I know my tetanus is out of date. He probably had rabies, I thought. - but the gates are locked down. No one in, no one out.
Went to the civvie hospital in town. The ER is packed. Some idiot was screaming about tainted tomatoes while holding her convulsing boyfriend. Tomatoes don't leave bite marks like the one on that guys hand. Maybe it wasn't rabies. I didn't even try to get to the front desk to speak to a nurse, I just called Sarah.
She came and got me, took me to her house, dumped all sorts of who knows what on the bite to disinfect it, and told me to lie down on the couch with my leg elevated. The skin around the bite is a nasty shade of purple/blue. Then she had to go look for her dogs, they jumped the fence while she was out fetching me.
So hungry right now. I just realized I haven't eaten all day. Stupid diet, I know it seems weird to focus on something as mundane as a diet when my house has been broken into, I've been assaulted, who knows what sort of diseases that junkie gave me, and my animals are out on their own for the first time in their lives, but if I keep thinking of all that I'm going to lose it.
My hands are shaking.
I would kill for a burger right about now.
No, a steak. A nice, rare steak. God, that sounds good.
I wish Captain were here. I miss him so much. He'd know what to do.Why?