It's a Tick's Life!

or death.....

This week, to rival Propane Amy's tick story, I have one of my own.

Somewhere, somehow, Little Miss acquired a new friend. Woody the wood tick. Yes my friends, my little girl found herself a wood tick, or maybe I should say the wood tick found her. On Wednesday, Little Miss started getting a very red rash on her neck. I figured it was a heat rash, or an allergic reaction to something. So, I gave her a dose of benadryl and put cortisone cream on her rash, and did the same in the morning.

She cried "Owie Mommy, Owie" when I brushed her hair, and since I was still thinking she had a heat rash I brushed her hair way up in a pony tail to keep it off her neck, and since she has the tendency to pull out her pony's I put in two pony tail holders. I took the cream to preschool and told them to keep an eye on it.


A few hours later, preschool called me and said the rash had gotten much much worse, and that they had started looking in her hair, and right under that very tight pony I put in it, was a huge embedded wood tick in my baby's head. I kid you not, it was swollen up as big as my pinky nail. I was flying out of my house still on the phone with them, calling the Dr's to have it taken out. When I picked her up, I about hurled from the size of the thing, and looking Little Miss's sweet face. I picked her up and put her in her car seat and got her to the DR. I let her watch Caillou on my iPod, and while the Dr. was pulling this creature out of her head, she barely flinched, until he pulled the scabby thing off where it's head was attached. He wanted to get it bleeding and make sure nothing was left.

He put it in a jar, and said he was going to keep it in case she started getting sicker (i.e. Lyme disease or Rocky Mountain Spotted fever). The thing was crawling around in the jar, still alive. Little Miss looked at it and said, "Bye bye Owie". She was so brave. Braver than me. After that I took her to Dairy Queen and bought her a huge ass dipped cone and took her home. She wouldn't let me wash her hair, she said it hurt too much. So I didn't, until the next day. Suffice it to say she is on a pretty strong course of antibiotics due to the infection that had already been caused by the tick.

The thing ate a hole in my babys head, and I hope it dies a cold death in the fridge at the Dr.'s office.

Lesson learned, always have an iPod with a much loved video on it when a child needs to have a tick removed from her silky curly hair.

I am feeling my juices starting to flow again. I guess that comes with being angry again.

I wrote "the" letter on Thursday. I'm holding it until next week, and trying to decide if I'm going to give it to him. It has the big "D" word in it. Yes, that's right folks, this letter says I want a Divorce. It was hard to write. I'm feeling like me again. Albeit, a me that is so sad, but I needed to take a break I guess to see if I still felt the same way, and I do. I've had a nice few months, but I turned "me" off to do it.

Courage OC, courage....

I bought new clothes.

Clothes that fit my large body well and make me feel good.

I bought a whole slew of new bra's some are even "push-up", so that the girls are back up where they were before I had my kids, and encased in the new bra's even look pretty again.

I just got my hair done for the first time in months, had the color done, I'm blond again. It looks really good if I do say so myself, and I'm letting it grow long again. I'm balancing between looking like a butchy femme.

I need to have sex. I really do, with a live person. Even a quick one night stand would probably be much appreciated. I am finally back at "my" coffee place again.

Peace,

OC

I have a very busy weekend coming up and I'm using this hour or two to just relax and think.