Stupid pet ticks!

It's official: I have Ehrlichiosis. So the antibiotics M and J think they have been hiding in my liverwurst and cheddar cheese treats twice a day will now continue for six-to-eight weeks, instead of stopping after just two. Marvelous. Truth be told, I've been feeling pretty wiped-out the past few days. I don't understand how some piddly thing that looks like this:

carried in something that looks like this:

can kick the slats out from under something that looks like this:

GRRRR!!! It just doesn't make sense. Oh, well . . . what-ever! We do what we have to do, right? At least we found out that I don't have Rocky Mountain spotted fever. And my serum titer for Lyme disease is just borderline, so I probably don't have that either.

Of course, it could be the heartworms that are making me feel puny. Heartworms, which get into dogs by way of mosquito bites, can look like spaghetti if you let them go untreated. That makes it pretty impossible for the heart and lungs to do their job.

I don't mean to spoil anyone's appetite, but these are things you need to know about if you have a dog. I'm glad I corralled M and J when I did so they could reform my health care!

The next post will be more upbeat, I promise. Can I hear an A-men?