Rough night! Help needed.

About 5 years ago a coon I had for about 6 months bit me through a roll cage. I poured a lil bleach and peroxide on the cut and figured no
big deal. The next morning my thumb was pretty swollen. I went to the doctor and he give me some amoxicillian for bacterial infection.
I told him I was worried about rabies. He said if the coon wasn't staggering and stumbling and acting strange are drunk like that he didn't
have rabies. Whewwww, what a relief. My mind was in overdrive. The night before I read some bad chit on rabies. After seeing the doc
and learning I wasn't going to die,lol I felt a lot better. Well guess what the very next morning I go out back to feed my coon and he
is dead as a door nail. Chit, that started my mind racing again. Went back to the doctor. On the way I was thinking the worst. I was figuring out where I wanted to be buried,lol. It's funny now but I was chittin then. The same doc came in and said man you look like you
seen a ghost. I told him my coon died a day after he bit me. He said the fact that I had the coon for 6 months and witnessed his behavior
every day and he never looked sickly or disoriented and wasn't staggering or stumbling was a real good indicator he didn't have rabies.
So I asked him if I was gonna live. He laughed and said yes. I'm glad he found humor in it cause I was chittin.