I am now a card carrying member of the Lyme's club. Dammit. For so many years now, I've run around in the woods half naked, sometimes several times a day, never getting anything more than a couple of mosquito bites. I was feeling powerful and godlike, romping unscathed in the forest, while so many dropped around me.
My how the mighty have fallen, to one tiny little insect no bigger than the head of a pin:
It's quite embarrassing to pass out in the hardware store.
On the bright side, I can now blame being lazy and taking lots of naps on having Lyme's. And the economy of this state, which has suffered so by getting eight inches of rain a week (no I'm not making up that number), will begin to recover, enjoying at least four weeks of wonderfully sunny, summer-like weather. Like it was August or something. How do I know this? Because I have four FOUR -4- freakin weeks of antibiotic to take. And while I'm taking it, if I even LOOK at the sun I'm going to turn into a deep fried crisp.
Stay tuned for my new look.
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