My first trip to Martha’s Vineyard was a few years ago, when I made the trip to visit my boyfriend. It’s quite funny how a house in one of the areas with the highest density of ticks on the East Coast, became one of my favorite places in the world.
For a while I became paranoid of getting bit by another tick after one summer they were unusually bad and I found at least 5 of them in my house. Even limiting how much my dog (who also has Lyme) and cat went outside and treated them both with Frontline each month, they kept appearing. It was especially difficult because at the time I had started my first IV antibiotic treatment and wasn’t sure how I got Lyme in the first place..
Growing up, my parents would sit my brother and I down each night and thoroughly check us for ticks; they knew the common places ticks could be found (anywhere on your head, but especially behind the ears; in warm places like the armpits, groin area, etc), and every once in a while they would find one (usually behind my ears) and removed it; they knew how to properly remove the tick and dispose of it, since it could live up to a week without food; so with my family well aware and cautious of ticks, plus the fact that I never went camping or was much of an “outdoorsy” person, I was angry & confused as to why and how they still got to me.
So, that summer, where ticks seemed to be more prevalent than ever, when I was too scared to lay down & rest at home because of how many live ticks I found indoors- and starting IV antibiotics to treat me for Lyme disease I’ve had for at least 10 years, I traveled to my boyfriend’s house in Martha’s Vineyard. I know this wouldn’t be the first place someone like me would think of going in my current situation, but in fact, it was there I experienced for the first time in my life what it was like to relax.
To this day, it is the one place where I can de-stress and thankful to have finally experienced that feeling.
Maybe this is why…