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TIFU by not continuing my rabies shots sequence

A few weeks ago, my girlfriend and I found an alley kitten. She was sick, and passed away after a 36 hour hospitalization. Since she had bitten me before passing, she had to get rabies tested.

I struggle with OCD, and panicked at the situation. I went to the ER and got the first round of rabies shots. We got the results a few days later, the kitten had not died of rabies. I didn’t get the rest of the rabies shots, because they made me feel awful and I didn’t need them. Plus, in my mind, it’s a victory over my OCD to not keep going with them, and not give power to the irrational fear that the kitten had in fact been rabid and the test missed it.

Tonight, my girlfriend and went for a romantic walk in our local park to look at fireflies and get our minds off of some stress we’ve been having in our lives. A fucking bat flew into my face. It made contact. Its horrible bat foot went into my open mouth. Now, I’m sitting in my local ER waiting to get stabbed again (last time was in my butt because of multiple bite locations, I’m honestly hoping for that again because it’s better than my face) and really regretting not finishing the sequence the first time.

TL;DR
I tried to save a kitten, she died. I stopped getting rabies shots when she tested negative for rabies, then got hit by a bat and need more rabies shots.

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