After getting home @ dark, I fed all the livestock, petted everybody that needed petting, took a call from the farrier when I came inside, and sat down to relax at the computer while the dinner that was not turkey was baking in the oven. My arm started aching, a not uncommon malady for somebody that has had a 50th birthday and routinely schlepps heavy objects on a daily basis. It nagged just under my conscious appraisal until finely the pain became so sharp that I took off my jacket and rolled up my sleeve to try to determine what was. It was on the side/underside of my arm down near the elbow, a place that I was having a bit of trouble peering at closely, but it looked to me like there were legs wriggling. Dang, I hate it when that happens! I tried to remove it, but I couldn’t grasp the little bastard firmly enough, so had to request the assistance of SwampMan.
“I’ve got a tick. Can you pull it out?”
“You can’t have a tick, it’s almost December. Lemme see.”
After peering closely and trying to dislodge said critter, he was finally able to yank that little sucker free. Yikes. Just what I needed, a week to ten days’ worth of wondering if I’ve contracted a rickettsial disease although I don’t think it was implanted the requisite 24 hours. Still, I’m left with a painful pink raised nickel-sized wheal with a dark purple blotch in the center. Did y’all know that Florida, particularly the north and central portions, has 70% of the Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever cases in the country and with early treatment, 3 to 5% of the cases are fatal? Yeah, me either. So, if you have stomach pain, joint pain, diarrhea, and a mild febrile illness 2 to 14 days after being bitten, contact your physician and let them know your symptoms and that you were the all you can eat buffet for a tick.