What on earth does summer, ‘Spamgate’ and a very nasty tick bite have to do with each other? It’s just the way my mind works, either that or the sun is getting to me, but with all this talk about ‘bugs’ in the system and it being so hot, hot, hot, it just seemed perfectly natural to write this post. Read on, if you will…
The end of ‘Spamgate’.
So, it’s Friday again, the end of another hot week here in the UK, summer is still very much with us, and the other good news is that the Akismet ‘Spamgate’ crisis seems to have been resolved. It is official, I am not a spammer!
Hip Hip Hooray!! Thank you ‘Akismet Mark’!
Still, it is with bated breath that I comment on other blogs, clapping with joy and relief when I see my comments actually showing up and not disappearing from view into somebody’s spam folder. Please excuse me if I have been a little ‘hot under the collar’, (and I’m not blaming the heat for this one).
Before moving on, however, I would like to take the time to say a huge ‘Thank You’ to all you fellow bloggers who have provided me with moral support, practical help and advice during this time. I really appreciate it. I have made some lovely, new ‘blogging’ friends during this process and discovered their wonderful blogs which until now I didn’t know existed. As I always say, life is full of little surprises and when you least expect them.
Here is another little surprise:
What NOT To Do If You Are Bitten By A Tick
About four weeks ago, I was sitting down on the edge of my bunk (on a boat) changing my shoes and socks after a long walk through a beautiful nature reserve on the Norfolk Broads.
I noticed what looked like a tiny piece of dirt on the front of my ankle. Nonchalantly, and hardly thinking twice about it, I brushed away at it with my hand. It didn’t move. I brushed again, a little harder. Again, it didn’t move. Strange, I thought. So I peered down, took a closer look, flicked at it and then, to my horror, I saw tiny, brownish legs writhing about and in that horrifying moment I realised that the piece of dirt was, in fact a tick, with its digusting head buried in my skin.
Here, then, in 4 easy steps, is what you don’t do if you are ever bitten by a tick:
1. Upon discovering that you have a tick’s head buried in your skin, do not scream and yell: “Get it out! Get it out!” repeatedly, so causing your husband and mother to come rushing desperately to your aid whilst in the middle of trying to moor up a boat;
2. Do not flail your arms about and wail like a child, crying out that you think you are going to be sick, continuing to yell: “Get it out, I don’t care how you do it!” while your husband is all the while calmly trying to take a proper look at it and struggling to get you to keep your leg still;
3. Never shout at your husband and mother to get a match, light it, and then place the hot match on the tick’s protruding body in an attempt to cause it to retract. Only do this if you want the tick to bury it’s vile head even deeper into your skin, as it did to me;
4. DO get some sharp tweezers (had some in my make up bag) and get your husband to try to pull the tick out as close to its head as possible without squeezing the body but then DO NOT try to grab said tweezers from husband’s hand while yelling at him that he is doing it wrong and, as if he needed reminding, continuing to scream: “Get it out”!
I’m sorry if this post about the horrors of tick bites isn’t particularly helpful or medically correct. I can hardly bear to think about it even now. I am sorry for my behaviour.
So why mention it now? Here’s the rub. I know enough about tick bites that sometimes they can cause Lyme Disease, and that’s no joke, so I thought that I had better get it checked out by the doctor, which I did so this week.
He told me that Lyme Disease is hard to diagnose and treat, but, just to be on the safe side, he prescribed me a two-week course of antibiotics. I don’t like taking anything at the best of times but what harm could they do I thought, especially if they will prevent possible health problems down the line?
What harm indeed? It’s a good job I read the important piece of paper inside the packet. I couldn’t believe my eyes. ‘Must not be taken with alcohol’ was bad enough. Worse, they cause extra sensitivity to sunlight and so I would have to wear high factor sunscreen and/or keep out of the sun. They must be joking! The doctor wants me to take these pills for two weeks during the first summer we’ve had for seven long years and not drink any alcohol?
No sunbathing, no Pimms, no sitting outside in our garden, the garden which my husband and I toiled in for years just to get it to where it is today? I don’t think so!
Therefore, you will be pleased to know that I have researched this matter on the internet and I have made a very informed, important decision.
Soon enough, this summer will be a very distant memory and we’ll be complaining about the cold, and there is time enough for me to start taking those darn antibiotics, but I’m not going to let some hideous, blood sucking creature ruin my summer. Spamgate was bad enough.
So, for right now, I am going to enjoy my summer, put ‘Spamgate’ and ‘Tickgate’ behind me and take my chances.
Wishing you a very happy weekend and cheers to you all