Rabies

Something terrible happened on my way to work this morning.
So this story starts on a beautiful spring morning like any other (today).

I'm walking to work, and a few blocks away from work, a stray dog (I don't know dog-types, but it was big and looked mean as hell) ran across the intersection, almost got hit by a car, and started attacking a little kid that was with his mom while they were crossing the street.

I ran over to help him (the kid, not the dog, by the way), and when I'm almost there, the dog lunges at me and bit the shit out of me! I kicked it off, and started to run, but it bit me again, and then ran off into the street, AND GOT HIT BY A CAR AND KILLED! I felt so guilty (and not guilty at the same time).

I was totally terrified, and the kid's mom offered to drive me to the hospital.
OK
so we get to the emergency room, and I was a little worried, because this dog was acting ca-razy and obviously had something wrong with it.
When I got to the emergency room (I was bleeding pretty bad) they gave me 12 stitches in my leg, and a rabies test, which (as you can imagine) was a bit embarrassing to ask for.

They printed out my results, which can be seen here
along with a few pictures of the ordeal