So I'm standing outside, monitoring cars and I ran my hand through my short, newly chopped hair and I felt something. I squeezed with my fingers and it came out. Then I felt it move. I tried to pull it out of my hair completely, but when I got my fingers through it was gone.
I ran for the school nurse.
"Yep, there's a hole there. The good news is the head is out."
Then she checked my scalp to make sure it was the only one and/or that it hadn't replanted somewhere. We didn't find anything. Later I found the tick in my hair (because now I was compulsively running my fingers through it) and beat it to a pulp on my desk.
This morning the nurse again checked my scalp for a "bulls eye" or sign of infection. I'm clean.
I hate ticks.
I'm not even at camp yet.
What is up with that!?!
This is me
- Sandy
- The South, United States
- Daughter, Sister, Grandaughter, Teacher, Caretaker, EMT, Friend, Boyscout Field Medic, PhD Student/Candidate, Writer, Philosoper, Human, 6'3" Red Headed Stepchild. I blog to clarify, remember and process.
2 comments:
I hope that you stay tick free at camp.
May we both have as tic/tick free of a summer as we can get ;)
(and I wonder why my kids make jokes of them? duh)
So many ill-mannered and impolite jokes came at me so fast with punchlines that probably best left unspoken; I will only say this: “Have a good time at camp”.
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