THE ORDER OF THE LYME
THE ORDER OF THE LYME.
Few Minutes ago, I was on my mattress and my mind was just gallivanting about and somehow while doing that, I remembered one of my ordeals with Ticks. I seriously do not know how that particular tick got into my trouser and very annoyingly, resided at/on my groin, lol.
But that isn't the story for today. The story I have for you is the story of a guy called Tim and of course his ordeals with Ticks and the resultant effect of course.
Once upon a time, in the lovely woods of a small Hamlet that was nicknamed Tickville due to the overwhelming presence of those tiny creatures, there lived a hapless hiker named Tim. Tim loved exploring the surrounding - the hills and the valleys alike, the river and the crusts of mother earth, but he had a problem: he was a tick magnet. Like, a seriously strong tick magnet. Ticks would crawl out of the woods, abandon their own families, and hitch a ride on Tim's socks just to be near him.
One sunny day, Tim decided to take a stroll through the bushes, oblivious to the tick-tastrophe that awaited him. As he wandered deeper into the forest, ticks started snuggling up to him like he was a cozy little blanket. Tim, feeling like a tick-covered celebrity, didn't notice a thing. Imagine.. damnit.
But soon, strange things began to happen. Tim started to develop a weird rash that looked like a bull's-eye, and his joints began to ache like he was 100 years old. "What's going on?" Tim wondered, "Did I accidentally join a senior citizen's yoga class?" Lol.
As the days passed, Tim's symptoms worsened. He started to feel like he was trapped in a dream full of fevers. He'd get chills, then hot flashes, and then suddenly he'd be like, "Wait, what was my name again?" It was like his brain was playing a kinda hanky-panky which was of course, tick-induced .
Now, Tim's friends and family were like, "Dude, you need to see a doctor!" But Tim was all, "No nah, I'm fine! I just need some... uh... maybe tick- therapy?" Yeah, that's a thing, right?
But finally, after much convincing, Tim dragged himself to the doctor's office. The doc took one look at Tim and was like, "Oh boy, you've got a bad case of... (dramatic pause) ...Lyme disease!"
Tim was all, "Lyme what-now?" And the doc was like, "Yeah, it's a tick-borne illness. You've got ticks, Tim. Lots and lots of ticks."
So, Tim got treated, and slowly but surely, he started to feel better. But the experience left him with a newfound respect for those tiny, blood-sucking critters. He learned to always wear insect repellent, check himself for ticks, and avoid becoming a tick's go-to Mac-Dee's spot.
And that, dear readership, is the tale of Tim and the ticks. A story of adventure, misadventure, and the importance of tick-awareness.
Also note watch out for my next post, it would be a comprehensive blog post on Lyme Disease.
Remember, always be on the lookout for those sneaky little critters, or you might just find yourself in a world of tick-trouble!
Till I come you way again, I will be waiting for when you will pass me a glass of water and thank God for the gift of grace for this race.
Few Minutes ago, I was on my mattress and my mind was just gallivanting about and somehow while doing that, I remembered one of my ordeals with Ticks. I seriously do not know how that particular tick got into my trouser and very annoyingly, resided at/on my groin, lol.
But that isn't the story for today. The story I have for you is the story of a guy called Tim and of course his ordeals with Ticks and the resultant effect of course.
Once upon a time, in the lovely woods of a small Hamlet that was nicknamed Tickville due to the overwhelming presence of those tiny creatures, there lived a hapless hiker named Tim. Tim loved exploring the surrounding - the hills and the valleys alike, the river and the crusts of mother earth, but he had a problem: he was a tick magnet. Like, a seriously strong tick magnet. Ticks would crawl out of the woods, abandon their own families, and hitch a ride on Tim's socks just to be near him.
One sunny day, Tim decided to take a stroll through the bushes, oblivious to the tick-tastrophe that awaited him. As he wandered deeper into the forest, ticks started snuggling up to him like he was a cozy little blanket. Tim, feeling like a tick-covered celebrity, didn't notice a thing. Imagine.. damnit.
But soon, strange things began to happen. Tim started to develop a weird rash that looked like a bull's-eye, and his joints began to ache like he was 100 years old. "What's going on?" Tim wondered, "Did I accidentally join a senior citizen's yoga class?" Lol.
As the days passed, Tim's symptoms worsened. He started to feel like he was trapped in a dream full of fevers. He'd get chills, then hot flashes, and then suddenly he'd be like, "Wait, what was my name again?" It was like his brain was playing a kinda hanky-panky which was of course, tick-induced .
Now, Tim's friends and family were like, "Dude, you need to see a doctor!" But Tim was all, "No nah, I'm fine! I just need some... uh... maybe tick- therapy?" Yeah, that's a thing, right?
But finally, after much convincing, Tim dragged himself to the doctor's office. The doc took one look at Tim and was like, "Oh boy, you've got a bad case of... (dramatic pause) ...Lyme disease!"
Tim was all, "Lyme what-now?" And the doc was like, "Yeah, it's a tick-borne illness. You've got ticks, Tim. Lots and lots of ticks."
So, Tim got treated, and slowly but surely, he started to feel better. But the experience left him with a newfound respect for those tiny, blood-sucking critters. He learned to always wear insect repellent, check himself for ticks, and avoid becoming a tick's go-to Mac-Dee's spot.
And that, dear readership, is the tale of Tim and the ticks. A story of adventure, misadventure, and the importance of tick-awareness.
Also note watch out for my next post, it would be a comprehensive blog post on Lyme Disease.
Remember, always be on the lookout for those sneaky little critters, or you might just find yourself in a world of tick-trouble!
Till I come you way again, I will be waiting for when you will pass me a glass of water and thank God for the gift of grace for this race.
