{"id":2072,"date":"2008-08-19T08:28:15","date_gmt":"2008-08-19T13:28:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/?p=2072"},"modified":"2008-08-19T08:30:24","modified_gmt":"2008-08-19T13:30:24","slug":"bitten","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/memphis\/bitten\/","title":{"rendered":"Bitten"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/theogeo\/2774543491\/\" title=\"carter color by theogeo, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3260\/2774543491_c6465a5e4d.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" alt=\"carter color\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>This morning I find myself awake freakishly early (7 for me is like 3 a.m. to most normal people especially when I&#8217;ve been out late the night before; it&#8217;s just insane), the limits of my itch tolerance being pushed by the 49 mosquito bites I procured over the weekend. I am not exaggerating; I just counted. Sloppily; concentrating on each bite long enough was painful because bites start to itch once they remember that they exist. There is one smack in the middle of my wrist. I don&#8217;t scratch that one. <\/p>\n<p>These bites are all I can think about. They&#8217;re all I can talk about. The poison has spread to the conversation lobe of my brain and just makes me yammer on in astonishment about them. <\/p>\n<p>I mean, my veins might be coursing with West Nile virus, and my West Nile virus might have malaria. I just don&#8217;t know yet. What&#8217;s the incubation time for that shit?<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/West_nile_virus\">Wikipedia, that&#8217;s your cue<\/a>.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The second, febrile stage has an incubation period of 3-8 days followed by fever, headache, chills, diaphoresis (excessive sweating), weakness, lymphadenopathy (swollen lymph nodes), and drowsiness. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Excessive sweating, huh? I am going to die.<\/p>\n<p>That would be hilariously poetic, considering I acquired these bites while traipsing around in an overgrown cemetery over the weekend while hunting for a geocache with <a href=\"http:\/\/saintly-blog.blogspot.com\">Sarah<\/a>. We ended up not having the sheer stupidity and strength of will to go the whole way and actually get the cache; it was stashed at the base of a tree nestled at the back of the &#8220;wild&#8221; part of the cemetery, meaning we would have needed machetes and thigh-high boots to get back there, not mini-skirts and flip-flops. <\/p>\n<p>The cemetery, if you&#8217;re dressed appropriately, is a pretty amazing place, even though the city has let it get so overgrown that many of the graves are effectively lost. It&#8217;s estimated that there are 23,000 people buried there, and thousands of graves have been lost to nature. There have been <a href=\"http:\/\/www.commercialappeal.com\/news\/2008\/apr\/08\/reclaiming-history\/\">cleanup efforts<\/a>, but there&#8217;s still a lot of work to be done. It&#8217;s the city&#8217;s oldest cemetery, and the site where Tennessee&#8217;s first black female physician is buried. (We looked for her headstone but couldn&#8217;t find it.) It&#8217;s so sad but typical that a place like that would suffer such neglect.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m going to let these battle wounds heal (god, how awesome would it be to scratch them all furiously and then sit in a bath of rubbing alcohol?), but I&#8217;ll be back to Zion. Maybe when the weather&#8217;s cooler and the snakes are sleeping and the undergrowth isn&#8217;t quite so, uh, vibrant.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This morning I find myself awake freakishly early (7 for me is like 3 a.m. to most normal people especially when I&#8217;ve been out late the night before; it&#8217;s just insane), the limits of my itch tolerance being pushed by the 49 mosquito bites I procured over the weekend. I am not exaggerating; I just counted. 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