The “doctor” arrives in the room with a toothful, sardonic grin plastered all over his smug face.  This is no Dr. Google.  I question his competence.  “What do we have here,” he exclaims.  He throws on some gloves and lifts my arm up to get a better look.  He’s studying the scorched glittery Carolina blue petroleum jelly rimmed hole through a layer of Saranwrap.

            “You see I had a tick, and I know Dr. Google said it was important to get the head, so I was just wanted to make sure I got all of the head.” 

            “Well I’m sure you certainly did,” says the smug “doctor”.  This nobody “doctor”. ...

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