More Babbling
On Monday, William came in to let me know that it looks like we have an infestation of Bed Bugs in the house. This immediately put me in panic mode, as I am REALLY bothered by bugs. Especially those that FEED ON ME. I did a ton of research and found out not only are they Really easy to get in your place (turns out in this case they were brought in by Ashley who didn’t know she had them at her last place, and thought she had contained the problem when she discovered it. Apparently not.
“But how in the world could someone be living with a biting insect colony in their stuff?” you might ask. Very simply, only about 50% of people (give or take) are allergic to the bites enough to react. Fortunately for us William is one of those people, so we won’t end up with all our stuff coated in bugs before finding out. If the infestation has moved to my room as well *oh please whatever gods might be out there let that not be the case!!!!* it means I don’t react to them either. Of course that DOESN’T stop those ‘phantom itchies’ I get when I know about the presence of itch-making issues in my little world.
So I’m Fucking Stressed. The thought of this is almost too much for my brain to handle. I don’t know why, but tell me someone in my life has lice, scabies, crabs, (and apparently bed bugs, though they don’t live ON people, so I don’t see how it could be nearly as squicky) and I just shut down. The thought of touching something that might have been touched by them and ‘contaminated’ or touching my own stuff that potentially has these creatures is just horrible.
When I was in FL I was brought to hysterics when I found a cockroach in a drawer. Keep in mind that was ONE bug, in a region that they have monthly bug spraying services.. not really that proportionate, eh?
Ever since my period of sickness (I had strep throat, so that means doc. visits, and antibiotics) my finances haven’t been able to catch up. I mean really, that was like $400 that I had going to other places. So Financially I’m pretty stressed also. I would love to do some ‘retail therapy’ for the bug thing, like buy the swanky vacuum I’ve been looking at, or at least the flash I need for my camera so I can spend a LOT more time outside of the house. Nope. Oh well. There are simple joys that I can keep myself busy with, and hopefully I can get a part time job to cure my anxiety of ‘never catching up again’ that I have.
“But how in the world could someone be living with a biting insect colony in their stuff?” you might ask. Very simply, only about 50% of people (give or take) are allergic to the bites enough to react. Fortunately for us William is one of those people, so we won’t end up with all our stuff coated in bugs before finding out. If the infestation has moved to my room as well *oh please whatever gods might be out there let that not be the case!!!!* it means I don’t react to them either. Of course that DOESN’T stop those ‘phantom itchies’ I get when I know about the presence of itch-making issues in my little world.
So I’m Fucking Stressed. The thought of this is almost too much for my brain to handle. I don’t know why, but tell me someone in my life has lice, scabies, crabs, (and apparently bed bugs, though they don’t live ON people, so I don’t see how it could be nearly as squicky) and I just shut down. The thought of touching something that might have been touched by them and ‘contaminated’ or touching my own stuff that potentially has these creatures is just horrible.
When I was in FL I was brought to hysterics when I found a cockroach in a drawer. Keep in mind that was ONE bug, in a region that they have monthly bug spraying services.. not really that proportionate, eh?
Ever since my period of sickness (I had strep throat, so that means doc. visits, and antibiotics) my finances haven’t been able to catch up. I mean really, that was like $400 that I had going to other places. So Financially I’m pretty stressed also. I would love to do some ‘retail therapy’ for the bug thing, like buy the swanky vacuum I’ve been looking at, or at least the flash I need for my camera so I can spend a LOT more time outside of the house. Nope. Oh well. There are simple joys that I can keep myself busy with, and hopefully I can get a part time job to cure my anxiety of ‘never catching up again’ that I have.