It is time for a little bit of a story. To start with, I will say this is an archive shot that was taken back in May when I was at Sunnybrook park (someplace that I need to venture back to soon). If you are a follower of my photos from then til now, you will remember that I went out to try and find a pool of water that I discovered on Google Maps. My hope was to go and find myself a nice little pond of birds that I could spend some time snapping away at. Instead, I hit one of my pots of luck during this year and found a pool of turtles. Now when I went out, what I didn’t think about was that it was early spring and going near water at this time of year is an itchy pile of disaster since it is breeding time for black flies and mosquitoes. As I was snapping off shot after shot of these gorgeous turtles, I was getting eaten alive.
Being a northern boy, you get use to flies and learn that you just have to push them out of your mind as best you can. Bug bits, while annoying, go away – right? Well that is where I was wrong. Bug bites while annoying, generally go away. Two months after this trip out, one bite on my right forearm had not gone away and it started to concern me a little. I went to visit the doctor who told me not to fear, it is scar tissue and although not common, it does happen. She referred me to a specialist just in case who reconfirmed that it was not to worry about and everyone has something like this – although most don’t even know the do.
At this stage I was told I had two option – leave it and live with it for the rest of my life, or pay $150 to have it removed. Since it is deemed a cosmetic treatment, you know, like getting those lips plumped up, the procedure is not covered by OHIP. Now I am not a vain man, and having a little bump wasn’t something I was concerned with so I decided that I would leave it be.
A few months went by and day by day I was noticing how it was not just some silly bump, but it actually hurt and was keeping me up at night. When I would lay down in bed, it would almost feel as though it was burning. Finally, I had enough and returned to the specialist to have it removed. That was on December 2 and since then, I have been nursing the wound on my arm as I wait for it to heal.
In the end, I learned that a simple bug bite may leave behind a little reminder of its existence, but one thing it doesn’t do is make me regret the trip out to the swamp that day. It is a reminder that we have to work for what we want, and often there is a little pain.
Canon 7D, 1/640 of a second, F7.1 ISO 250. Today was a little chillier than the last few, but nice all in all.