Yeah, so remember that tick-bite I got on SATURDAY? Well, by Wednesday it looked like this (don’t worry, I kinda exaggerated about how close it was to the goodies (kinda):
And then the doc told me I have Lyme disease. Yeah… you can rejoice now - YAY!!! The joys of this year are seemingly endless.
I’ve spent plenty of time in North Africa, India, Mexico and loads of other places where you think twice about brushing your teeth with the water. [Paolo just asked me to insert Italy into that list... not sure what that means... please come to our wedding]. Anywho, I’ve had plenty of grody diseases that have made me crap and puke and expunge… things that humans shouldn’t have to imagine expunging, and usually in embarrassing or less than comfortable places at that. But this takes the fucking cake. I GET A GRODY DISEASE IN FRANCE?? LESS THAN 30 km FROM PARIS??? FUCK!!!
Besides this, Paolo has been in bed sick with the flu the last couple of days. And the hansosan came back with more than bursitis… something about his colon and intestines exploding… I dunno, I forget what it’s called. But, you know, nothing as bad as LYME DISEASE. FROM A FUCKING BLOOD-SUCKING INSECT!! DID I MENTION IT WAS A FRENCH INSECT????
Seriously people, if you get bitten by a tick and anything feels funny… or looks like this, or like a bullseye? You’d better get it checked out. Because if you don’t catch it right away, lyme disease can stay pretty quiet in your system for years and years… like until it creeps into your heart and spinal cord and maybe even your brain. Fifty bucks at the doc is better than a lifetime of TICKBITE IN YOUR FUCKING BRAIN.
PS- (DID I MENTION I HATE TICKS???)
May 28th, 2009 at
the beat goes on! seriously, you’re life is drifting into an area bordering on Country Music. Could you write a nice Hank Williams style song in French?
A title like “Coping with depression, a dog with the trots, a wedding to plan, and lyme disease of the vahjayjay blues”? It’s a little wordy. We’ll work on it.