My spouse started his day by pulling a tick out of the back of my knee--we're romantic that way. I was sitting at my desk and felt a weird bump, which I assumed was a new skin growth, which I assumed would mean a trip to the dermatologist when I saw it was black. And then I saw legs on either side.
It took some effort to see the tick, so I decided to wake up my spouse to get his help. He was calm, as he almost always is in a medical situation, in most situations. The tick came out easily, and I smushed it in a piece of paper and then put tape over it. I've read that the body might be needed for testing, if I develop any symptoms.
I'll be on the lookout for a bull's-eye rash. I'll also be on the lookout for other symptoms of Lyme Disease. I'm already feeling chills, because I'm suggestible that way.
I will also look at my body more carefully and have my spouse check my scalp.
In some ways, I'm a bit freaked out. I've managed to get through my 61 years without ever having a tick. In other ways, I shrug. I live in a place with lots of trees and undergrowth, so in many ways, it's to be expected.
I planned to write about my delightful day yesterday. I was staying with a grad school friend in Columbia, SC, and we went to the Gourmet Shop in Five Points for early lunch/late breakfast. The place was draped in French flags, and all the workers had jaunty neck scarves, and a few wore berets.
How wonderful to be in a place that celebrates Bastille Day! I had a goat cheese, pesto, and tomato panini with a cup of tomato bisque. I took advantage of a Bastille Day sale and bought 3 bottles of wine for later.


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