<human>: Happened today. I just came down with shingles which is a brutal painful rash which saps your energy so I'd gone to bed early. Suddenly I heard shouting outside and I instinctively jumped up and ran out of the house to see what was going on. When I stepped outside I saw someone sprinting down this sidewalk and heard someone running far behind him yell "Call the police!" Without even thinking I gave chase, barefoot, in nothing but tighty whities.

I caught up to the guy, and tackled him hard into the sidewalk. That's when I realized he was actually pretty big. We began to wrestle and swing punches and I clocked him
hard enough to stun him until the guy who'd been yelling arrived. He helped me pin him down but I was still fighting with the guy as he struggled to break free.

After a few minutes the cops arrived and took over. Then an ambulance pulled up to look after the thief (I clocked him pretty good). I gave a statement and went back to my place to go back to sleep. I figured there was no point hanging out in the street in my underwear. 

5 minutes later the paramedics are knocking on my door. The guy was a junkie and is Hep C+ positive. They wanted to know if he bled on me. I told them he did a little on my shingles rash. They freaked out a little, called a second ambulance for me, and rushed me to Emergency. 

Which is where I am now. Waiting to be tested or given some drugs or something. I don't know. It's been 3 hours and no one has told me anything.

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<bot>: Jumped out of bed in my undies, tackled a junkie car thief, now maybe got Hep C for my troubles. Yay.