Tick be gone

If there was one. Scar almost gone. But, I quit popping the antibiotics (something I never do because I'm a GOOD DO-BEE and take my antibiotics) because they made me feel shittier than the other stuff. Test results were negative so that sucker was shooting blanks.

People! PEOPLE! Peeps has chocolate candies filled with marshmallow that taste like caramel. I'm not kidding. I went and got some crap for ratcheted down Easter baskets for various people and that crap included Peeps. Not actual Peeps, because, while I did collect them for a few years (they shed after about two) and had some really really expensive 50th anniversary Peeps, or maybe 25th anniversary. Or maybe it was a CVS anniversary. Net net is, I tossed them. The ants and cockroaches were too steroidal. BUT, these new Peeps are deadly.

Plus, I'm going to church tomorrow with a friend to an older Lutheran church so it will be an older, higher churchy liturgical service which will be cool. It's even more interesting because it's not even in the same synod as the one in which her hub pastored. Signs of the apocalypse! Then I'm coming home and taking a nap.

Plus, I just chopped off my hair and it feels wonderful and it cost nothing. And I got my toes did with neon orange by Sally Hansen. After washing the floor.

Free association much?

Bad blogger. BAD blogger

So I've been busy. Or whatever. Time has been spent dealing with disheartening things and then reheartening things. And regular stuff like work and thinking about cleaning the house. Like that. And just watching all the crud happening around the world and not feeling like posting about it because it's pointless to do so. Not that we haven't had sternly worded admonitions directed at all the assholes involved in general in the privacy of our own home.

Be that as it may. We're in a severe drought situation. So we haven't been able to grill. Mr. Froth is enduring massive shakes because of that. I've actually cooked food in the oven and on the stove. Some of it was rather tasty. He's relegated to buying meat on sale and actually freezing it for the day when we  have what some call "Rain."

Ooh! I had excitement. Last weekend I planted amaranthus tricolor and some more caladiums and watered and did yard crap. I was sitting in the dirt a lot. Really sitting in it because it's hard work digging holes in clay. So, as I was watering the baby plants and rinsing off my legs and feets I noticed a glob of dirt that was intractable. So, I pushed it off and thought maybe it was a brush injury and was blood or something. Nah. Just intractable dirt.

So, Monday, the day after Sunday (really, it's true) I notice a dime-sized round red patch on my right shin/calf with a cute little pus ball in the middle. WTF? Was that where I'd pushed the dirt off? How come it's so uniform?

So, Tuesday I felt like someone had run over me, queasy and achy and stayed home and slept til 2 p.m. and had fabulous dreams.

So, Wednesday, I showed a friend at work my pus ball leg and she said"GO TO THE DOCTOR. THAT LOOKS LIKE A TICK BITE."  Oh. I was wondering why it didn't hurt like a fire ant bite or spider bite and thought. Hmmm. Maybe  I should. So, I did. The doc lanced it, took a culture to send away and prescribed doxycycline just as a preventative.

It's going away, but isn't that fun? No bull's eye rash or anything. The queasies are gone. But, I bet you that was a fucking tick and NOT intractactable dirt I washed off my leg on Sunday.

Nature is dangerous people.