It's official: I have Lyme Disease! I'm pretty sure I know just when that varmint deer tick latched onto me, too: one late afternoon when I was out walking and, afraid I'd be late for Mass, made a shortcut through an overgrown thicket of sumac, beach roses, and New England coastal scrub that was no doubt lousy with insects.
These ticks are the size of a POPPY SEED, which, come on, who's going to notice one of those draining the blood out of your stomach? The foot-wide circular rash that developed, plus debilitating flu-like symptoms, I did notice.
The doctor at the local ER took one look and cheerfully announced, "Yup, that's Lyme." The folks at Addison Gilbert Hospital could not have been more helpful and kind, I'm on antibiotics for three weeks, and I am NOT going to re-read that New Yorker article of a few months ago. It's not a big deal. The chief thing that's come out of it is renewed and bottomless gratitude for my usual good health.