This morning, I woke up with a tick biting on my belly. So, stupidly, without thinking, almost a reflex, I ripped it off and the head was still left in.
Mum, with some sterile tweezers and needle, tried to get it out but we failed and it was fairly obvious that the head was still left behind.
I phoned 111 and spoke to someone, repeating myself at least twice, and I was told to go to Frimley Park Hospital immediately.
So off Mum and I trotted.
When we got there, it was quickly apparent that children over the age of 18 could not bring their parent in with them so Mum went back and waited in the car. I felt bad for her.
Meanwhile, I sat for nearly 4 hours listening to “hospital radio” (in between the greatest hits of 1990, I had a lecture on IBS and not taking unnecessary antibiotics). I was eventually seen by a doctor who did more prodding and poking. When I squawked (cried), she then used local anaesthetic and we hope she got the whole thing out. The doctor was optimistic although I am not so convinced. I will keep an extra careful eye on things. I have a dressing on the area, plus a spare.
Encouragingly, the doctor said that Berkshire was low in incidences of Lyme Disease. I am now praying that I haven’t caught it. That is all I need.
I am feeling a bit shook up after all of this.
Anywho, here are a few films of the Mr Fox (and I think we can all agree he is a Mr). We think he is one of last year’s cubs. He still has a baby face and is a bit scrawny.