Nov. 13th, 2005 02:14 pm
What the....?!
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mizarchivistThe weekend has thu far featured:
A 46 hour visit to Maine
High school theater viewing experience (Fiddler on the Roof)
One blown rear tire on the way home
and bloodsucking fiends from hell.
Tick. Singular. Making me its very special friend without consent. I was doing kitcheny things this afternoon, minding my own business when I felt something on my side, scratched and felt an object that probably shouldn't have been. Looked down and it was moving. It had legs that were moving. Watch me freak the hell out.
Husband announces: Tick.
Me, very high pitched girly voice with mild hyperventilation: WTF! Getitoffrightnow!
Husband gets implements of destruction- fire, pincers and maybe a knife. I stopped watching.
A minute later it's proclaimed safely out and there was not a foothold situation afterall. It had just started to make itself comfortable, but the pesky head was not yet snacking on my tasty tasty blood. That and it was way way too big to be from the deer family.
So, to repeat: It was not only the wrong kind of tick to give me Lyme's disease, but it hadn't gotten more than one claw in therefore not yet gotten it's bug juice in my blood stream. Do not panic, have some tea. Everything's fine.
However:
Watch me twitch and randomly keen for a while as fubar tells funny army stories involving a nasty Canadian latrine in the middle of nowhere and crabs followed by lotion. It was funny, but I was still squicked. Where the FUCK did this thing come from?! I haven't been outside enough to warrant this. I visited kitties last night, but still... Why did it take til now to get comfortable.
Solution: Ah hah! Remember the mention of the flat? On the way back from Maine, we managed to puncture the back left tire, so pulled off to take care of it. Thankfully, it was the back one and it was still light out, there was plenty of shoulder, and no precipitation. Oh, and only half an hour from home, not 3 and a half. While fubar puts on the spare, I investigate the obvious car crash site down in the little gully and talk to mother nature. Come back in less than 2 minutes, watch the proceedings, yadda yadda. All the while wearing a red fleece that I also wore this AM before I got dressed for the day. The best and most logical solution is I caught a companion that hung out til I was wearing just a tanktop not a turtleneck. Presto, changeo. That would do it. I wasn't going to chill out til this little mystery was solved. Now I am feeling much better about the world and the laundry with all possible clothing that touched said fleece is in the wash.
Any excessive fatigue or bone/body aches will be naturally be considered suspect for a while. I've had at least two relations who've had Lymes, so, yeah. I know what to look for and all.
Back to your regularly scheduled programming.
A 46 hour visit to Maine
High school theater viewing experience (Fiddler on the Roof)
One blown rear tire on the way home
and bloodsucking fiends from hell.
Tick. Singular. Making me its very special friend without consent. I was doing kitcheny things this afternoon, minding my own business when I felt something on my side, scratched and felt an object that probably shouldn't have been. Looked down and it was moving. It had legs that were moving. Watch me freak the hell out.
Husband announces: Tick.
Me, very high pitched girly voice with mild hyperventilation: WTF! Getitoffrightnow!
Husband gets implements of destruction- fire, pincers and maybe a knife. I stopped watching.
A minute later it's proclaimed safely out and there was not a foothold situation afterall. It had just started to make itself comfortable, but the pesky head was not yet snacking on my tasty tasty blood. That and it was way way too big to be from the deer family.
So, to repeat: It was not only the wrong kind of tick to give me Lyme's disease, but it hadn't gotten more than one claw in therefore not yet gotten it's bug juice in my blood stream. Do not panic, have some tea. Everything's fine.
However:
Watch me twitch and randomly keen for a while as fubar tells funny army stories involving a nasty Canadian latrine in the middle of nowhere and crabs followed by lotion. It was funny, but I was still squicked. Where the FUCK did this thing come from?! I haven't been outside enough to warrant this. I visited kitties last night, but still... Why did it take til now to get comfortable.
Solution: Ah hah! Remember the mention of the flat? On the way back from Maine, we managed to puncture the back left tire, so pulled off to take care of it. Thankfully, it was the back one and it was still light out, there was plenty of shoulder, and no precipitation. Oh, and only half an hour from home, not 3 and a half. While fubar puts on the spare, I investigate the obvious car crash site down in the little gully and talk to mother nature. Come back in less than 2 minutes, watch the proceedings, yadda yadda. All the while wearing a red fleece that I also wore this AM before I got dressed for the day. The best and most logical solution is I caught a companion that hung out til I was wearing just a tanktop not a turtleneck. Presto, changeo. That would do it. I wasn't going to chill out til this little mystery was solved. Now I am feeling much better about the world and the laundry with all possible clothing that touched said fleece is in the wash.
Any excessive fatigue or bone/body aches will be naturally be considered suspect for a while. I've had at least two relations who've had Lymes, so, yeah. I know what to look for and all.
Back to your regularly scheduled programming.
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Glad the mystery of its origin was solved and that there should be no long-term harm done. And I can so understand being a bit sensitive to the subject of such blood sucking vermin for a while.
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Hope you are doing well. *hugs*
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