Dog bite doctor...just one degree from Oprah.

Okay, so most of you know the story of how I took in the two stray dogs a couple years ago and ended up with a house full of diarrhea (not mine) and bitten.

Broken skin. Dog bite. Stray dog.

So the animal control people made me call the cops, and I ended up in the ER...and I must say, when I came back I had rave reviews about Northwestern Hospital and how Hot...uh...I mean...great, the doctors were.

There was this random good looking young doctor there who held my hand and kept stroking it making sure that I could feel things. But, I had two doctors, and despite my attempts to pay attention to the other kind of trolly one (because he was trying to tell me I didn't have rabies) I was really paying attention to the very compelling hand massage guy who was just very concerned with me...I mean, my hand.

Anyway, I just flipped on the Oprah, and it seems that this same Dr. McHotovich is now her resident ER expert. Very random.