So the culprit was not the mosquito but another dear/deer friend here in New England:
That's right, friends. It's a deer tick. I never saw the silly thing and I never knew I'd been bit, but I got a whopping case of Lyme disease in August. Chills, fever, bullseye rash all over my body (hands, arms, legs, and torso). I was sick for over 2 weeks before I was diagnosed. My own fault, really. Though I had suffered through a week of the chills, fever, fatigue, etc., I didn't go to the doctor because--get this--my temperature could be kept around 100 degrees if I stayed on Advil so I stupidly reasoned I must be getting better. Actually I just desparately wanted to go on vacation to New Hampshire so I was willing to convince myself in any way possible that I was not that sick.
The rash broke out while we were in NH. By the time we got home we knew something serious was going on. We quickly figured out it must be Lyme. I went to the doctor and lo and behold, tested positive for LD. I went on the antibiotics. After 2 1/2 weeks I started reacting to those (tingling in the hands, constant flushed feeling) and quit.
So I started the summer with cardiac arrest and ended it with Lyme disease. Surely I am done with the sad tales, right?
Sunday, September 16, 2007
What a Summer!
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