That damn tick t’other day apparently wanted to look at a lot of locations before he settled down, because there are seven–count ’em, SEVEN–apocalyptically itchy bites across my stomach.
They are hideous and grotesque and look like I have localized stomach leprosy. Also, they itch horribly. Whatever one says about leprosy, at least it doesn’t itch. This is like having seven tiny yeast infections scattered about my torso.
I have goo that helps for brief periods, and then if I can time the non-itch with getting distracted by work, I can manage for several hours, but then, like the tramp of itchy doom, it returns.
No bull’s-eye, and he wasn’t attached for more than ten minutes, so I probably don’t have Lymes, but sheesh, this is obnoxious.