Y’all may recall how, 3 weeks ago, we tired of the boggy driveway and ran away with the camper trailer. Y’all may recall the skipper trying to turn the 4X4 into a floatation device at the time.
But one thing I didn’t share with you, was the amount of kangaroo ticks that were about. The kangaroos did, however.
Share, that is.
The ticks, that is.
I brushed a few off myself, removed one from inside TFMs ear with tweezers, and checked, I thought, rather diligently when we returned to boggyville.
However on Friday, TFM came to me to show me a lump that had developed just under his shoulder-blade.
So a quick late trip to the GP on Friday afternoon, and TFM was quickly scheduled for day surgery at 8.30 this morning, to have what the GP thought may have been a tick, beneath his skin, removed from the centre of his back. The poison was supposedly in his lymphatic system.
Over the weekend, his lymph nodes swelled more, although he felt well and presented as typical 13 year old.
So at 8.00 this morning, we fronted up for surgery.
2 ibuprofen, a local, another local and a scalpel and it was all over by 10.00 AM. A wobbly legged teen was allowed to leave as long as his parents promised him pancakes. (We substituted French toast with maple, bananas and bacon).
We should know tomorrow if it was, indeed, a burrowed tick or not.