I'm a tick magnet...as evidenced by my having pulled yet another off my shin last week.
I can't seem to outrun them, even in what used to be the dead of winter. Now it's so crazy warm--relative to what it used to be--that the mini beasts known as ticks can not only survive, but they can thrive. And the blood thirsty demons can find my skin even beneath several layers of clothes. (It might be warm to them, but I'm still chilled when I walk in the snow.)
And today I'm facing the oppression of mental battles unlike any I've seen in quite awhile. My emotional roller coaster is off the rails. From depression to anger to sorrow. As I type this, I'm in the holding pattern that is I-couldn't-care-less. At least it's grey inside my mind for the moment; believe me, it's better than the red of anger, the black of depression, or the deep blues of extreme sadness.
I've added to my daily intake of tinctures and supplements. Am considering dipping into my antibiotic reserves too. The pain from Lyme arthritis is nothing compared to the emotional pain caused by Lyme and assorted co-infections. Perhaps I contracted Bartonella again. And my recent uptick in nosebleeds and easy bruising is a sign that my Babesiosis is flaring.
Who knows what that tick had inside her. I dropped her and lost her down the drain before I could tuck her in tape to send her to a lab for analysis. Oy. But as aggravating that is for me, I'm sure I'll soon have another opportunity to snag a tick for safe keeping.
I am a tick magnet, after all.