“The good news is that there doesn’t seem to be any reason to worry,” the doctor cheerfully offered while examining the tiny bites of unknown origin on my wrist. “But come back in a few weeks and we can run a Lyme enzyme test if we need to.”
Should I have been relieved? Perhaps, but I was also disappointed.
The point of my visit wasn’t because I was worried about anything bad. I was more curious where my superpowers were. It had been almost a week since the bites appeared, but in that time I haven’t changed (beyond probably a few more grey hairs).
Have I been wearing all this spandex for nothing?!?
I suppose it hasn’t been entirely for nothing. Technically I’m still dressing for the job I want.