Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Mauled by my cousin's dog, yet my family could care less

Hello, world!!!! It's NocturnELLE once again. I'm writing this post after being awakened from a sound sleep by a bunch of clattering and other noises, most likely done by my uncle. Me, my mom, and my puppy Jagger are no longer at our house. It's been almost a month and it STILL doesn't feel like we're not coming back, it just feels like we're only staying somewhere else temporarily because we are getting our house remodeled or something. It's been a long time since I've  blogged and  A LOT has happened. 


On August 10th, I was attacked by my cousin's Jack Russell/Pitbull Mix, Kawi. Kawi is a very sweet dog, but is also a schizo dog as well. She is a rescue dog, which heavily contributes to her psychosis. I was upset and crying, and so I tried to walk outside when she started barking and biting me. For some reason, I couldn't get her off of me, and when I finally did, I ran out into my grandma's garage. I pulled up my pant leg and saw a huge CHUNK out of my leg. My mom started freaking out and rushed me to the ER. I was trying to stay calm, but was over-dramatic by saying I'd never be able to act again and what if my leg had to be amputated? THANK GOD IT WASN'T! Turns out she bit me in 3-4 spots on my leg and foot. I had to get 6 stitches in my leg, they couldn't close my foot at all or my leg up all the way because of infection risk, she bit my leg all the way to the muscle! I was lucky that they had me in and out of the ER. Due to the wound not being able to be fully stitched up, I'm gonna have to require plastic reconstructive surgery. It didn't help that my grandma wanted us to leave when we got back. My cousin, (the dog's owner that lives at my grandma's house) wasn't even here when I was attacked, she was at the gym. She sounded annoyed and didn't even ask if I was ok when my mom called her back on the way home. I told her I'm glad I didn't ruin her evening. She came and took Kawi before I got back from the hospital. I hate to say that this is NOT the first time the dog has bitten me. This is just the only time it was this bad. It was mandatory to fill out the papers for Animal Control since it was an animal attack, and they are being sent to CDC. Center for Disease Control, Good thing that Kawi has all her shots. I had to get a tetna shot before I got my stitched, ironically I just asked my mom if I needed one the night before. 


If my dog did that (which he never would), I'd be f**king hyperventilating and practically waiting hand and foot on that person. Jagger was trying to protect me from Kawi by pulling her off with his paws and forelegs.  Btw, there was a really cute nurse in the ER. ;] He was trying to pull her off of me with his paws. He was afraid of my crutches, which made me sad he won't come over because he was scared or something. I'm worried about his foot. He stepped on a fox tail a few weeks ago and now he has to wear a Winnie the Pooh baby sock.  Bree FINALLY texted me later that night when I got back. She said "How's the leg? Send me a pic" Here's a pic of Kawi's handiwork. That's before the stitches. It's mostly numb. Thanks for asking. O shit. K well I'm going to bed. Ill see you in the morning. Night. Love you... Yes, that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside... I'm being a sarcastic ass. Is it me or it almost seems like she could care less? Like "I saw it, time to sleep!" I felt like Cirque Du Soelil doing this balancing act I had to do to get from Point A to Point B, mostly hopping around or on the crutches. 


I was so freaked out that even now I can still feel Kawi's teeth sinking into my skin. It was like when you take that first bit of a huge, juicy, succulent hamburger. It makes me cry to think about it. The dog, not the burger. I mean, I now have to get plastic surgery because of this little dog, and Brianna could care less. I mean this all happened because I was just trying to get some air because I was kind of cranky and whining. Again, Kawi is a Jack Russell terrier/pitbull mix, like Eddie on Frasier or My Dog Skip. Little Fun Fact: Both the dogs from Frasier and My Dog Skip are related. She really is a sweet dog, but she's a rescue dog, which means that she was abused, because she was. It also doesn't help that her teeth are rotting out of her head! She's a liability and Bree's responsibility. It would be the same as if it was her child, or GOD FORBID the tables were turned and my Jagger did that, it would be MY responsibility. My dad sounded really frightened and angry at the dog, but he was very proud of me how brave I was when I was bleeding and then got my stitches. Dad didn't care enough, because he whisked his new wife on a week long vacation to Belize a few days later. 


The morning after, Bree came home, tried to tell me I'll only have a scar instead of surgery, then she said "Thats retarded" when my mom told her that I definitely have to have surgery. She left and went to Starbucks, didn't even ask if we wanted anything.  Oh! I forgot that she told me to take the stitches out myself to save money. WTF?!? Even Grandma says that Bree is apathetic. Later on, since it is mandatory when a dog bites somebody from Animal Control stops by, the dog had to be quarantined for a week. My cousin and grandma managed to convince the officer that it was MY fault and there was a risk of the dog getting sick from biting ME. The quarantine guy already said it was my fault. 


I wrote to Bree's ex about it, because they share joint custody.Everybody in my family was being so mean to me and were more concerned over the dog than MY WELL BEING.  Bree could REALLY careless. Grandma told her to be more sympathetic. Even my attorney was more freaked out than Bree. My Aunt Kathy was nauseous from it and was calling every 5 minutes while we were in the ER. Then, Bree was writing on FB about how poor Kawi and telling everybody my mom and I were yelling and fighting and that Kawi went after me and when our hair stylist Becca asked if I was alright and another friend said it was a natural reaction for a pitbull to protect the pack, she replied with "Yeah she will be fine... Kawi got her pretty good tho... Pic are on her FB... Yep she is a protector." I put pix on my facebook, including of the dog, and Bree replied with "Aww my baby is so cute." Just to piss me off. We finally got into, when I gave her an ultimatum: To either replace the BRAND NEW pair of pants that I just got a day or 2 before the incident that were now ruined by the dog, to pay for the hospital bill, or to pay for the surgery, which I wouldn't even ask her to do. She kept insulting me and telling me to suck it up and telling me I'm spoiled and to go cry to my daddy. It really pissed me off, so my mom and I had to stay at a Motel 6. I was freaking miserable, until I got the stitches out last week. When my mom asked about the reconstructive surgery, the nurse said "That's the risk you take when you get a dog bite." WTF IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!? IT'S NOT LIKE I ASKED FOR IT! AND NOW WITH THE LAWSUIT RESULTING THE WAY IT DID, WHO THE HELL KNOWS WHEN I'LL BE ABLE TO GET THE DAMN SURGERY. HERE'S A PICTURE DIARY OF MY INJURIES, LEAVE FEEDBACK. UNTIL I BLOG AGAIN, 
ELANA JADE REBEL <3
On my way to the hospital after being attacked 08.10.2011

After the hospital 08.10.2011

08.11.2011.



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My attacker, aka KAWI. 08.11.2011

How I had to shower (and yes, that's Dinner For Shmucks in the background :P) 08.12.2011
08.13.2011.


1 Week Later 08.17.2011


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08.18.2011.

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08.18.2011

Going to get the stitches out! 08.19.2011

08.19.2011

The day after I got the stitches out 08.20.2011

8 Days after I got my stitches out 08.27.2011

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