Tick Bites Can mess up your life! — But Angel’s Cannabis Pain Salve Saved Me When the ones from the pharmcy didn’t
Thank you, Angel. Your cannabis pain‑relief salve saved me today from the agony delivered by the most miserable creature the Creator ever gave us.
I got bit by a tick last week and wound up with a big, angry cellulitis infection on my belly — the kind that makes wearing pants feel like a hostile act. It’s been nearly a week of strategic wardrobe choices and muttering at nature. The whole ordeal is awful, but it finally pushed me to finish a story I started ages ago about how to prevent tick bites. I mean, I should know by now: more than a year ago I got nailed by two ticks at once, and Dr. Sam had to fish one out of my bellybutton in the ER like he was retrieving a lost earring.
Ticks are much, much worse than they used to be. Many new diseases likely came from overuse of antibiotics in animal agriculture. There is more than just Lyme disease. Ticks bites HURT vastly more than they used to, Ive seen MANY people with tick bites come through the ER and its now an ER situation and you should get antibiotics. Ticks come from the overabundant deer we have now.
I also learned there’s a completely non‑toxic goop you can paint on your shoes — and a few other places — that keeps ticks from hitchhiking in the first place. I’ll put the details in the article, because apparently, prevention is a whole science and nobody bothered to tell me until after I’d been bitten like a woodland buffet.
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I didn’t follow my own advice — the same advice that kept me tick‑free for a whole year, despite taking the dogs out every single day. And of course, on the day I got the one in my stomach, I hadn’t even been in the woods. I spent the whole day at the hospital, nowhere near a blade of grass. Meanwhile, the dogs stopped being little tick‑delivery systems the moment we put them on the meds that kill ticks when they bite. So naturally, the only one who brought home a tick that day was me.
I woke up feeling like someone had stabbed me in the belly. The tick was already burrowed under my skin, so the PA at the clinic had to dig it out — and she did it with the calm efficiency of someone retrieving a splinter from a toddler. Bless her for that.
The hospital has a huge herd of deer wandering around, and deer are responsible for about 90 percent of tick and tick‑borne disease transmission — and that’s a whole universe of misery that goes way beyond just the infamous Lyme disease.
Of course, we’re all overwhelmed by deer — they’re practically a second population in this county. My chickens, however, wiped out every tick on the property, and the little monsters haven’t returned since, even though the poultry are long gone. Apparently chickens are the only creatures around here doing their jobs.
It’s funny how people still get weird about marijuana‑based salves, considering what I hear in the ER all the time. If you take too much Tylenol or too much ibuprofen, you can do real damage to your liver or kidneys — but somehow a plant‑based salve is the scandal. And don’t even try to hand me opioids. I hate being high; I always have. It’s awful, and I’d honestly rather deal with the pain than float off into that fog.
So I did what everyone does: I reached for the Neosporin with the painkiller and that spray‑on numbing stuff they sell at the pharmacy. They helped a little, but not enough — the pain was still sharp enough to make thinking feel like a group project I wasn’t prepared for. I couldn’t find the other two things I usually use, but I did find one of Angel’s Pain Killer Cannabis bottles. They’re small and not exactly cheap, but honestly, it was worth ten times what I paid. It was the best pain relief I’d had all week. I’m putting more on before bed, and I will absolutely make sure I never run out of her salve again.never run out of her pain salve!
And unfortunately, I’ll now be checking myself like a nervous rabbit at a Beagle farm — jumpy, vigilant, and absolutely convinced every itch is a tiny assassin.
And here’s another early, slightly gross warning — and I’ll keep things general here, nothing medical‑advice‑ish. Antibiotics are fantastic at solving the problem in front of you, and then creating three new ones you didn’t ask for. They’re the friend who helps you move but somehow breaks half your dishes in the process. Over the years — mostly from long nights listening to nurses, techs, and patients swap stories — I’ve noticed people swear by pairing them with probiotics to help the body find its balance again. Your mileage may vary, but the folks who do it always seem a whole lot happier than the ones who don’t. LOL.
Coming Soon — stay tuned for the next story, the full follow‑up, complete with the tick Pic itself and the medical‑care photos.
