Deer Tick. Watch out for this one. Photo Credit: Ragnhild Brosvik
Can I just say that if I were all-powerful, ticks would rot in hell.
I sat here on the couch, happily tapping away at my writing project, when
the little bugger stabbed me in the back.
I have never, in all my life, felt a tick bite. And, growing up playing in the forest, I’ve had my share of ticks.
My brother had Lyme disease before it was well-known. He got pretty sick, but thankfully the doctor who saw him was familiar with the illness and treated him right away.
One of my blogging buddies, Looking for the Light, blogs about Life with Lyme.
So between the two of these, of course, my hypochondria went into hyperdrive when the stupid jerk decided I looked like prime rib.
Hubby got the thing out of me, but by the time…
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