I have a bug bite on my right bicep that has a red patch around it the size of a silver dollar. It's painful and itchy, and the entire red patch is tender. Just after my shower the patch had taken on the appearance of a ring-- being redder at the outside, and then the bug bite itself red in the center like a bulls-eye target. But it's faded and is just all a red patch now.
I heard the ring-around-a-bite thing is a symptom of Lyme disease, but I had rather imagined it would be a bit more distinctive than that. And to my knowledge I haven't been exposed to any ticks. I am rather experienced at picking ticks off...
Yeh, I have health insurance, but just you try finding an acceptable doctor who's actually accepting new patients. I picked a name at random out of the book when I signed up for my health plan. I've no idea whether he'd actually see me or not.
Sigh. I hate administrative bullshit stuff. But I do need a doctor anyway. It's going to have to wait until I have a day off, though. I can't deal with this at the moment, not while half-living in someone else's house with a dog that won't sleep through the night. (She was crying just now, downstairs, and I kept calling to her. Finally I went down. She was sitting in the bay window in front looking down the street because Z had gone to work and abandoned her. Her astonishment to notice me behind her was rather comical and, well, sort of depressing. She'd no idea she hadn't been abandoned.) I'm absolutely exhausted from being up with the dog (who had nothing wrong with her but just wanted attention), and I have another 8-hour cocktailing shift today which will most likely intersperse hours of mind numbing boredom with a couple of hours of being so busy it's impossible to give anyone reasonable service or indeed make any money. Just like the last three days I've worked. Christ, I hate summer, and thunderstorm delays, really I do.
I'd be in a more cheerful mood if I weren't so goddamn sleepy, but I have to leave in a little under an hour and there's neither enough time to sleep nor to wake up.
I heard the ring-around-a-bite thing is a symptom of Lyme disease, but I had rather imagined it would be a bit more distinctive than that. And to my knowledge I haven't been exposed to any ticks. I am rather experienced at picking ticks off...
Yeh, I have health insurance, but just you try finding an acceptable doctor who's actually accepting new patients. I picked a name at random out of the book when I signed up for my health plan. I've no idea whether he'd actually see me or not.
Sigh. I hate administrative bullshit stuff. But I do need a doctor anyway. It's going to have to wait until I have a day off, though. I can't deal with this at the moment, not while half-living in someone else's house with a dog that won't sleep through the night. (She was crying just now, downstairs, and I kept calling to her. Finally I went down. She was sitting in the bay window in front looking down the street because Z had gone to work and abandoned her. Her astonishment to notice me behind her was rather comical and, well, sort of depressing. She'd no idea she hadn't been abandoned.) I'm absolutely exhausted from being up with the dog (who had nothing wrong with her but just wanted attention), and I have another 8-hour cocktailing shift today which will most likely intersperse hours of mind numbing boredom with a couple of hours of being so busy it's impossible to give anyone reasonable service or indeed make any money. Just like the last three days I've worked. Christ, I hate summer, and thunderstorm delays, really I do.
I'd be in a more cheerful mood if I weren't so goddamn sleepy, but I have to leave in a little under an hour and there's neither enough time to sleep nor to wake up.
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Date: 2005-07-23 03:41 pm (UTC)(On borrowed computer. Still don't know anything about the health of my own.)