Once again I wrote a truly most brilliant blog entry, full of theophanies and Attic wit – but I forgot on my work computer at the office. Spo-fans will have to settle for this impromptu scribble, which is about breakfast and ticks.
Both were parts of my day. Other than that they don’t have anything in common. I strongly advise not eating ticks for breakfast (or any other meal) and I advise even more not having ticks eat you for breakfast.
If I lifted weights the evening before, I have a breakfast of 1-3 scrambled eggs with egg whites. Having grown up with high cholesterol and a ‘low cholesterol diet’ eggs for breakfast was folly. However on a regular diet of eggs my cholesterol has plummeted from highs in the300s down to the 150s. This is another example of what The Firesign Theater calls “Everything you know if wrong”. Perhaps my HDLs etc. have improved because I consume the jentacular scramble with a serving of oatmeal, mixed with teff and bran flakes (for extra protein and fiber). To wash it all down, I have a nice hot cup of tea – or iced tea – depending on the season. Eggs & oatmeal & tea may not be the breakfast of champions but it beats hands-down the cardboard-tasting bowl of cold cereal.
I earned a myriad of brownie-points this week when I advised a patient with a new-onset aversion to beef to get checked for the probability she has had a tick bite.** I recalled one of the 800+ species of the brutes evokes a meat allergy after the bastard bites you. In Monty Python, Tim the Enchanter warns of the killer rabbit who has nasty big pointy teeth,but ticks are worse. They lurk about literally waiting for you to come by so they can latch on. Their pincer bites are designed to hold fast and not let go. Worse of all,they carry a plethora of horrible tick-born illnesses.
Ectoparasites, especially the blood-suckers**, drive me bonkers. As I type I am still itching from the mosquito hoard which dive-bombed me the other day while waking the dog. Happily I’ve never had a tick bite and I don’t intend to get one. I know some who love to go ‘sky-clad’ as it were while camping or hiking in order to feel free and get back to nature. “Getting back to nature” means exposure to way bugs and diseases. Count me out. When I go hiking I go in heavy boots, socks, and slacks.
There is plenty of time for nudism indoors, away from ticks and their dastardly ilk.
Unless there are bedbugs.
And – if you live in Arizona – there is the occasional scorpion.
One can not win.
*She was impressed “Wow” (I am paraphrasing) I didn’t know psychiatrists knew anything about medicine !”
** The fancy word for animals who consume blood is hematophagy.