i think this is the last straw
there are bedbugs in my new apartment.
i got home tonight to find bite marks on my ankles, neck, chest and arms.
that means they're in my clothes, which means they work fast.
i just bought brank new pillows and bedding and FINALLY took all the bug covers off my matress and pillows and FINALLY took my down comforter out of storage.
and now they are probably all covered in bugs, and i'll have to throw them all out.
and spend hundreds of dollars dry cleaning and laundering all my clothes and shoes.
and throw away a vast majority of what i had only just begun to re-amass after the dreaded harlem apt.
and what i can't help but wonder is - why didn't my roomie warn me? she knows i've been through this before. she knows how it affected me.
i think i might just throw out everything i own, and move back to watertown and reconcile myself to mediocrity until i can get out of this godforsaken country.
or, i'll talk schmitty into letting me crash with him until i can find a place to live and a job in dc.
this is just too much, i think. i don't think i can live through this again. i STILL had trouble sleeping in prospect heights, and that was just because i was AFRAID we'd get bugs. now i know they're here, and i can't sleep even though i'm exhausted because i'm having an anxiety attack and it feels like there are bugs crawling all over me.
honest advice people - do i consider it a lost cause, lose my 1500 deposit, my matress and bedding, my books and posters, dry clean all my clothes, quit my jobs (one of which i hate anyway) and just get the hell out of this city?
i got home tonight to find bite marks on my ankles, neck, chest and arms.
that means they're in my clothes, which means they work fast.
i just bought brank new pillows and bedding and FINALLY took all the bug covers off my matress and pillows and FINALLY took my down comforter out of storage.
and now they are probably all covered in bugs, and i'll have to throw them all out.
and spend hundreds of dollars dry cleaning and laundering all my clothes and shoes.
and throw away a vast majority of what i had only just begun to re-amass after the dreaded harlem apt.
and what i can't help but wonder is - why didn't my roomie warn me? she knows i've been through this before. she knows how it affected me.
i think i might just throw out everything i own, and move back to watertown and reconcile myself to mediocrity until i can get out of this godforsaken country.
or, i'll talk schmitty into letting me crash with him until i can find a place to live and a job in dc.
this is just too much, i think. i don't think i can live through this again. i STILL had trouble sleeping in prospect heights, and that was just because i was AFRAID we'd get bugs. now i know they're here, and i can't sleep even though i'm exhausted because i'm having an anxiety attack and it feels like there are bugs crawling all over me.
honest advice people - do i consider it a lost cause, lose my 1500 deposit, my matress and bedding, my books and posters, dry clean all my clothes, quit my jobs (one of which i hate anyway) and just get the hell out of this city?