Raccoon Flying in my Face

Yesterday I was on a dandy early mornin' run with my friend Rose, and we approached a rotting raccoon carcass. "Gross out!" I said, "Gag me with a spoon! A rotting raccoon carcass swarming with maggots!"

The nice drivers swerved left to avoid the dead animal and two runners. But then, a jackass in a truck was either drunk or just a huge jackass. "THUMP!" went the carcass as it got run over. A huge truck hurtling toward us, Rose and I leapt off the side of the rode, across a stream, and onto a hill as we were showered with fur, bacteria, carcass bits, and vile stench.

What are the chances that I caught some raccoon disease?