We were in Oklahoma for the weekend for the annual tribal gathering. We camped out at the tribal complex for most of our stay, and went swimming at a nice little lake one afternoon. It wasn't really roughing it, but we were outside for a lot of the weekend. We got back last night, and this morning I went for my early morning run in an effort to out-run the massive amount of biscuits and gravy that slipped past my resolve while away.
If you had been in my apartment this morning at about 9:00 you would have heard this:
Followed by me, showing him a tick adhered to my right hip. Followed by him trying to remove it while the lentil clung to me and me laughing almost hysterically. Almost hysterically.
So we had a stowaway on the airplane. Take that, homeland security! The tick was surgically removed by my faithful husband at approximately 9:01 am. Then it was preserved in a bath of rubbing alcohol, to be transported first to the school forestry lab for identification, then to the department of public health for further testing to determine the presence of various diseases such as Lyme Disease! Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever! Southern Tick Associated Rash Illness (STARI)!
It's a glamorous life.
So now we're waiting to see if I develop rashes or joint aches or flu-like syndrome. I doubt it, but given how engorged that tick was, anything is possible. Blech!