Our back yard has a ton of trees, and our dog spends a lot of time out there… which means that despite the flea & tick medication she takes, she still brings in the occasional hitchhiker. I used to HATE removing ticks, especially since half the time I wasn’t sure if I’d managed to get the gross, tiny head out.
I found a way to suffocate the little nasties! If I put three or four drops of baby oil on the tick, wait thirty seconds, add another two or three drops, and wait another thirty seconds or so, the tick is so easy to pull out that I can do it with my fingers and some tissue paper. The longer it’s been in there, the more oil and time you’ll need… but it’s so easy to do. I imagine it would work just as well on people, and it even smells good!
So there you go… something actually useful!
More from me:
My no good, really bad food day
Top five wine vacations
I have a deep post to write tonight, but I am distracted by the fact that I had my nether regions cauterized with silver nitrate today. And yes, that hurt just as much as it sounds like it would despite the doctor’s assurance that “most women say it’s totally painless, but it may smart a little.” Uh huh. Smart. Right… if by “smart” you mean “burn with the fire of ten thousand hellish suns.” Then yes, it smarted.
Today I realized that I am not yet convinced that I get to keep Evi. Before I go to bed at night I have to stand in her doorway and listen to her breathe. I sleep so lightly it’s almost not sleeping because I am terrified I will miss a sound that means she needs me. I have horrible visions of pulling her out of her carseat only to find she has overheated and passed out. I have nightmares of coming down to wake her in the morning to find her gone or, worse yet… I can’t even type the words.
I love that little girl in a way I was never able to love her brother. My love for Evi is no more than that for Aodin, but there is a weight to it that can only come from the process of raising a child. There is something there, a connection I have with her that I never had with him. Because of that, I find myself nearly paralyzed with fear that she will be taken from me too.
I know it’s all irrational. I know it makes no sense. It’s not something that I spend every second thinking about, and it isn’t something that I spend my time expecting to have to deal with. It’s just something I can’t help feeling.
Now please excuse me while I make my way to bed, stopping as always on the way up to stand in the doorway of the nursery and listen to the rhythm of my precious daughter’s sleeping breaths.
And…. we have fleas. Savannah has flea/tick stuff on but it’s clearly not working. I vacuumed every soft surface I could find, and we are going to get some diatomaceous earth for the yard. We have to call the vet for more Advantix.
In other great news, our air conditioner is broken and it’s such and old model that we’re looking at $1000-$4000 to fix it.
So…. the doctor called this morning to tell me some things, good and bad.
Good: my blood tests came back normal and happy, and I have no issues there. Also, my cholesterol is 143, which is apparently really low and very good.
Bad: they lost my poo. Uh huh. I managed to do THREE test kits (nine vials) and they lost them. Whu? HOW DO YOU LOSE POO? I am pretty sure this means I am going to have to do it again, and I am NOT pleased. One of the wonderful nurses at the office said she would walk up to the lab today and see if she could figure something out, so I am still holding out hope for a poo miracle.
Wow, I am so gross.
I’ve been holding off on blogging about something lately because…. well, it’s really gross. No, really.
I will give you fair warning that it’s about… uh… poo. So you can happily walk away from this now, I won’t be offended. Continue reading