I thought that this would be the day that I would make a blog post without a single picture. You see I discovered a potential tick bite, yes again, on Sunday morning. I could feel the skin wasn’t right, but for the life of me I couldn’t see what was wrong because it was located in an unmentionable spot. So I resorted to taking a picture, a picture that I’d have bet you a million dollars that I’d never take. And yes, a bite of some kind, but maybe it would heal on it’s own. Besides, Sunday was a busy day that started by waking up in NY and finished in front of a campfire in MA. And the next morning it was back to NH by way of VT, several times back and forth it seemed. But this morning I decided to go get it checked out, if for no other reason than to be able to delete that picture from my phone before I mistakenly posted it online. And, darn it all, turns out I have the full blown bulls-eye of Lyme disease. Let’s see, it took me a little over a week of camping to get Lyme disease? That must be a record.
So I got checked and I got my prescription, and asked Siri to take me home by the back roads, in search of a photo op. So she sent me home on Lyme Road. Sigh, of course she did.
But the good news is that I saw that Dartmouth College was in the area, and I didn’t even have to make a turn in search of the campus to stop for photos. Lyme Road took me straight through the campus, so I did get a few photos today, and none of them are embarrassing! A very good thing.
I have to say that Charley would have had a field day with this whole Lyme disease thing. Oh, he’d be sympathetic alright, but he would have had a grand old time speculating on what I was up to that led to a tick bite on the butt. And that’s the really not so great part, because I did nothing out of the ordinary. So I have no clue what to do, or not to do, so it doesn’t happen again. Excuse me while I go take my pill…