SW and I like to play in the outdoors. The biggest drawback for me is that I often get eaten alive by all the bugs we encounter. I’m not sure why but I’d come back from an afternoon in the woods with 14 nibbles and SW would have 1. I was always jealous of his undesirable flesh.
Since the first round of chemo started in June of 2011 I’ve had very few bug bites. Based on no research what-so-ever I came up with this logic: Bugs know I’m on chemicals. They know I won’t taste good and will likely kill them when they ingest my blood. They stay away.
This logic was sound…well…until last weekend.
I was at a Rural Organizing Project backyard dance party and came home with approximately 8 bites. What the hell?
I suppose I was wrong. Bugs do not sense when you are on chemotherapy or a targeted drug therapy. They are not that smart.