After dealing with dialed-in preaching and already awful church music interpreted through electric guitars and a drummer who's never heard of brushes, I go to the cemetery only to have an older woman with an overblown sense of entitlement call my dear old mom the "B" word because she had the nerve to politely ask if the woman knew dogs aren't allowed in there.
I then got out of the car and said a few choice things myself, seeing as how first of all, you just don't insult someone's mother (especially a widowed one) and you don't give me reason to be angry after I come out of the one place that really puts me in a horrible mood (church).
In thinking about WWJD, I was sure He would not do what I did, but see I'm basically an awful person through and through and I'm probably headed to Hell anyway (or so says my ex-wife and a couple of ex-girlfriends).
Point being, I had bad day, too, so I sympathize. Someone along the way should've offered you medical assistance and concern for the bite. Not right that they didn't. With that said, I probably have to go with blaming the lawyers like the person above. They ruin everything.