As I have mentioned often in the past, my Sainted wife loves to garden. As you might suspect, this involves rooting about in the dirt and similar acts of closeness to nature. Often too close. Especially when you live in an area that deer are fond of. They prance about, happily dining on her prize rose bushes and tulips, nipping on the rhododendrons and tossing off a tick or two before moving on to the next victim's yard.
And this is where wives and nature collide for the worse - Lyme disease bearing tick bites. After discovering the telltale "bullseye," it was off to a specialist: an infectious diseases doctor.
Sounded all well and good until I got to the waiting room. Then the reality of what kind of people were in it hit me - people with serious, not-easily-cured INFECTIOUS diseases. Do I dare sit down? Breathe? Touch any of the magazines? Maybe I'll wait out in the car. Hope I got away in time. I fear I feel a slight chill...
No comments :
Post a Comment