Bitten by a dog in Cambodia. Not a good thing, but good
thing I’m on my way to Bangkok where I can go to the Red Cross Clinic for
Rabies within 24 hours. Between the exit office from Cambodia and the entry
office into Thailand is a beach. I asked if I could swim there and I was waved
on down. I haven’t been in the ocean in what seems like years. Ocean water is
good for making me believe rabies won’t immediately consume me. If it comes at
a later time, it’s not that unreasonable, but I hear I’d froth, have paranoia
and chew on table legs. I’d also heard that rabies shots involve thousands of
dollars and massive syringes plunged repeatedly into the abdomen. But then, we
can find any scary story on the Internet and can play with any worst-case
scenario in the depth of a sleepless night. It’s not going to faze me. I’ve
just spent a meditative work/holiday in some of the nicest hidden corners of SE
Asia. I only need 5 shots over the next month. A piece of cake.
