Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Scarred for life

I was getting changed the other day, and caught in the mirror what I thought to be a blue fuzzy from my sweatshirt on my belly. So I brushed it off. It didn't move. I brushed it off again, it still didn't move. I went to pick it off...to no avail. It was a FREAKIN' TICK. Trying to get in my SKIN! UGH!!!! I haven't seen a tick since I was like 8 and I used to ride my bike in the trails by our house with my brother and sisters. I had to rip it off, and it even left a boo-boo on my belly. I have the sensation of puking just thinking about it. I got in the shower and scrubbed myself to death. I am scarred for life. I am perpetually itchy. I am frequently checking myself. I will now be a neurotic psycho path until the fear wears off. I may need therapy.

1 comment:

Marie Marsicano said...

Thanks to your blog and the news report that lots of people are seeing doctors for Lyme Disease last night when I saw a bug - maybe a spider climbing up the wall in my hall way I very calmy got a tissue and "caught" him - then I FLUSHED HIM down the toilet - because as we all learned in the movie "Nemo" all drains lead to the ocean....

So hopefully he is far enough away now that I won't find him back in my house.