Dear Self,
Please don't be mad at the 13 year old boy who will only talk to you when you are hiking in the woods. As in, the woods which were full of tics last week. First, I came home on Monday, stripped in my entry way and inspected myself. DH thought I had gone nuts.
I thought I found one attached to me the next morning, but no sign of any problems. When I was going to bed Thursday night, DH says, "What is that big black thing on your back?" Ahhh, a nice tic, firmly embedded .Got it out.
I went to the doc yesterday at lunch time. She said there's no sign of the "bulls eye," but I am taking 2-3 days of the horrible antibiotic to make sure. If nothing appears, I can stop. If I start getting symptoms, I have to take them for 3 weeks. Sure, I don't want Lyme Disease, but my stomach already feels puky after one dose.
I think the errant tic was in my running shoes which I wore on the hike, and wore Thursday morning to the gym.