Just back from a big “Go West” RV vacation with Keith’s brother & sister in law Denny & Nancy. Our ride was a huge Greyhawk RV.
Nancy, our guide & map-reader & weather gal:)She’s always thinking ahead:) And Denny was a trooper to drive most of our trip:)
We really enjoyed spending time with them:)
Monday evening I began feeling bad, had chills. I was very tired but figured it was normal after all our traveling. We packed. Tuesday Nancy drove us back to Milwaukee to catch our flight to Atlanta, then to Raleigh. I felt pretty funky the whole day but made it home ok. By Wednesday I was really sick, especially suffering with sweats. Friday Keith finally got me to the doctor. She diagnosed me with Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. Keith & I were both shocked. I’ll never know when I was bitten by an infected tick, but I am so grateful for a doctor who recognized my symptoms & gave me Doxycycline, a miracle drug. (My mama’s sister Margarette died of RMSF in the 1920’s before Doxycycline) Even weeks later I haven’t fully recovered, but am doing better. Was it a souvenir of my trip? Or was it a NC tick? It’ll be a mystery.