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Why Ticks Are of the Devil

So, based on my wonderful recent experiences with deer ticks and the trouble they cause, I decided to look online to find out what their purpose is. After all, every insect has a purpose, right? Even spiders are important to us, and I hate spiders!



Well, when this is the best they can come up with, I'm pretty much guessing that ticks have no purpose in Mother Nature's world. Come on--isn't it a bit of a stretch to say that they (along with mosquitoes and termites) are beneficial to us because they have created a large pesticide industry? (Many can argue that THAT in itself is a HORRIBLE thing!!) Really, I now firmly believe that they were put on Earth by the devil to torture us and cause of physical and mental pain.

For those of you who are behind on my tick saga, let me catch you up.

SATURDAY: Found ticks #4 and #5 (five all in the same week!) on me. Matt pulled them off. The one on my back was really hard to get out.

MONDAY A.M.: Got out of the shower and glanced in the mirror to see a huge red spot on my back...definitely ugly. Had the nurse look at it when I went to school, and she told me to go to the doctor that evening because it was either infected or a bull's eye.

MONDAY P.M.: Went to the doctor for the first time. Lyme's Disease doesn't show up in blood tests for about 6 weeks, which is often too late to treat. They treat patients first, and test them later if they still have symptoms. He put me on Doxycycline, a drug that prohibits me from being outside for any length of time or my skin will blister. Wonderful...

TUESDAY: On the drug for 24 hours. It makes me feel like I am in labor...constantly.

WEDNESDAY A.M.: Spot on my back totally changed shape and color, making me kind of nervous.

WEDNESDAY P.M.: Spot began to travel. After calling my aunt (the retired head of infection control), she told me to go to Urgent Care. I spent 2 hours in there (MISSING the final AI results--ughhh!) only to be mocked by a flippant doctor who just wanted to go home.

THURSDAY A.M.: Spot was continuing to travel. At the insistance of my aunt who was afraid that it was a Staph infection, I made an appointment with my primary care physician (Are you counting the doctor's visits? This is #3!). He convinced me that this was just a hemotoma and that it will go away in the next week or so. (Yes, it is ugly!!) On a positive note, I had already taken the rest of the day off and was able to get an amazing amount of work done. It's really incredible what you can do in 4 hours without a toddler!

FRIDAY: Field Day...because I can't be outside in the sun, I switched with a second grade teacher and watched her kids in the morning while she took mine on their rotations. No, I wasn't basking in the AC all day--it was broken as usual! It wasn't too bad, but I did miss hanging out with my kids. I really do like Field Day.

So...I have 10 more days of this TERRIBLE labor-inducing drug (I am having all kinds of flashbacks that are making me reconsider our next-baby timeline...) and about 14 more days of SUN BAN.

Yes, it's Memorial Day weekend and we had planned to spend some good time at our beach.

Yes, it's going to be a beautiful 80 degrees alllll weekend.

Yes, Caleb constantly asks me to go outside and can't understand why I keep saying no.

Yes, Matt is gone most of this weekend and can't take Caleb outside.

Yes, I was incredibly annoyed when the weather changed from rain and thunderstorms to sunny skies. At least the rain would force me to be inside. I'm really going through Vitamin D withdrawl...

I'm now trying to find something cool for us to do on Monday that is indoors. We were considering the Baltimore Aquarium, but the price for adults is $24.95 now...and that's not even including the dolphin show!! I'm going to see what Matt thinks about Port Discovery. That looks pretty fun. I welcome your suggestions for inside activities that would not take place at our house! :)

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