I was just sitting in my office getting ready to head to the shower and start my evening. I pulled my pony tail out and ran my fingers through my hair when I felt a little bump. I immediately flew into the game room to get Sean…
“I need you NOW”
“I’m in the middle of Grand Theft”
“NOW I HAVE A TICK ON ME AND I NEED YOUR HELP NOW!”
“Hold on a”
“NOW! NOW! NOW! I MEAN RIGHT NOW!”
He swung his head to the door and must have seen how serious I was and he threw down the controller and followed me into the bathroom where he confirmed my fear. The bump was indeed a tick. A tick which is now very dead and very much down the toilet, though thinking back on this, we should have kept it and had it analyzed because I NEVER GOING TO SLEEP AGAIN until I know if I have some deadly disease.
Never!
