I got a tick a couple of months back. It was in a bad place. Real bad. I was afraid to take it out, 'cause, you know, I didn't want to leave anything in there that wasn't supposed to be there and I was afraid tick body parts might be left behind, so I went to the doctor to have it removed. That sucker (pardon the pun) was burried deeeep. I'm figurin' it was a she tick. Or a gay tick. Who knows?
Either way, it was kinda funny because after the doctor removed it, they were tryin' to figure out what code to put on the paperwork so insurance would pay. They finally decided on foreign object removal. Now, I'm thinkin' someone doin' data entry somewhere was like...."Umm, dang...wonder what that was all about???"
On a side note, part of the doctor's instructions were to keep Neosporin on the affected area a couple of days just to make sure nothin' got infected. OK...he didn't have to say that but once. So I was doin' the Neosporin thing but the only bandaids I had around the house were Hello Kitty Band Aids I'd picked up for Steph at some point in time.
So, yeah...Hello Kitty Band Aids and Neosporin in important areas...I got that goin' for me.
Didn't know about the Hello Kitty! 
