I saved my first life today.
It all started when I made J leave work at 2 today to enjoy an afternoon at the pool, basking in the sun. (why is it I feel less guilt playing hookie from work when I have a partner in crime?) A few minutes after settling into our lounge chairs J noticed a tick burrowing into the side of her stomach. (Don't get the wrong idea, she's not dirty, J has an adorable golden retriever and took him to the park yesterday). Within seconds we were in my bathroom and with tweezers in hand, I carefully removed the tick, ensuring that the burrowed head was properly removed. After flushing the intruder down the drain, we promptly returned to the pool. The whole operation took approximately ninety seconds.
Who knows what that tick could have been carrying. Lyme disease, Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever? Nausea, muscle cramps, and fatigue, OH MY!
As we returned to our lounge chairs, J apologized for the "incident." No worries, I replied, I love this kinda stuff. J replied, "Oh, I was sorry that I made you miss prime tanning time."
And with that my first medical emergency was over.
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