After almost a month of no ticks on the dogs, I woke up Tuesday morning to discover a small tick, embedded in my thigh. Pulled it off and reminded myself to check for the dread bulls-eye rash that accompanies Lyme disease. By that evening, the red surrounding the bite had spread and after a hot shower, there seemed to be a white ring around the perimeter. Drat!
Checking out symptoms online, I found that the bulls-eye rash was not always consistent and that other symptoms included chills, fever, stiff neck, sore joints, poor balance, etc., etc.
Well, hell--I pretty much live with stiff neck, sore joints, and poor balance. I didn't have the chills and fever but, wanting to play it safe, called the clinic where I was on hold for half an hour after which I hung up and took myself there in person.
Only to find a locked door. And a sign saying they were closed till 2.
At 2 I returned--knowing that as a walk-in I'd have a goodly wait. Not a problem as long as I have a book.
About 2 hours later the doctor told me I probably didn't have Lyme but as it was endemic in our county, he'd prescribe the meds anyway.
Better safe than sorry, says I, feeling a tad silly.
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