TIFU by foraging in the woods and performing amature surgery.

My dad passed away a few weeks ago, and heading into the woods and adventuring was always something we’ve done together. Almost every morning, I head into the woods to look for mushrooms on a nice trail that loops around a river very beautiful scenery.
However, here in southern Vermont, the ticks are out in force, and me being super smart, I didn’t think I needed tick spray. Another thing to note is I am super scared of ticks.

So, I was doing my thing, harvesting some Dryad’s Saddle, when I figured it was time for a tick check. After finding one attached to my waistband, I decided it was time to sprint home (which wasn’t far) to strip my clothes and do a proper check.
All was good until I saw four decent sized dark bumps on my scrotum. The bathroom isn’t well lit, and I panicked. So, I did what any reasonable person would do and began scraping at these bumps with my fingernails. I got them off, with some pain, and hopped in the shower to clean up.

But when I looked down, I saw that I was bleeding A LOT all over the bath mat, the bottom of the shower, and now my washcloth.
So I thought, hey, that’s strange, I didn’t think they’d bleed that much. I better try to get a picture and see it closer.
Turns out, in my blind panic, I ended up scraping off some smallish pimple things.
Even with all the blood, I’m glad they weren’t ticks.

TL;DR: I thought I had ticks turns out I had pimples and blood all over my bathroom