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from Town and Country, July 8, 2016 by Marcia DeSanctis

The prevalence of Lyme disease has forever changed once carefree summers.

  One morning I rose from bed and was slammed with a level of nausea I had experienced only once before: the time I joined my son on the Gravitron ride at a country fair. But I had only been sleeping, not airborne in a metal saucer. I arrived at the emergency room at New Milford Hospital in Connecticut convinced I was having a stroke until the resident there asked me, "Is there any chance you have Lyme? Sometimes it causes vertigo."

I had Lyme all
right, and I was lucky to have
 landed in the care of a physician who was switched on to the many fickle faces of 
a disease that seems to have co-opted our headspace and, sadly, our summers.

Button up, everyone. Just when we want to kick back and show some skin, ticks are foremost on the brain. It's hard to believe that hiking New England's leafy trails or letting the Labradoodle onto 
the duvet can be treacherous these days. Though the Zika virus has us on high alert, we know that Lyme disease is already galloping through our sun-dappled communities. Read entire article.