When we came home from our wilderness adventure, Claire got sick -- really, really sick.
Her symptoms were so random that I thought she was making stuff up.
Mom, I have a migrane.
I am freezing to death.
I have chest pain.
My knee is swollen.
I feel faint.
I have a rash on my feet.
My mouth feels all tingly.
I am burning up.
My joints ache, it's hard to walk.
My eyes hurt.
The first day, we told her her body was probably re-acclimating to city life.
On the 3rd day, we were worried, and we went to the doctor and asked to run blood tests.
The 4th day, we saw the doctor again.
The prognosis -- unbeknownst to us, a little menace accompanied Claire home -- a tick, who took a ride on her ankle and decided to stay a while.
Claire has Lyme Disease.
So thankful we caught it early, before we left for France.