Nobody knows what Nattokinase is when you are sitting in the back of an ambulance. Not the firefighter turned paramedic, not the soldier turned paramedic and not the student paramedic. But they all knew that Lyme can really get you good. Or bad, depending on how you choose to phrase it.
So, I’m typing with 9 fingers, one bandaged to beat the band. Just a tiny cut, but lots of blood. Typing with 9 is kind of fun. Makes me have to think. Getting those neurons firing, pistons churning, whatever the hell that brain does. Still good though. And it is 9:38 pm. Going to eat that cooked dead chicken now, get in the sauna and still make my bedtime. All in all, an awesome day. And the double rainbow after the light rain made it 100 times sweeter.