Quickquick
I am posting this from my Dad's house. I'm going through my second bout of mice in my rented room and despite all the poison and the traps they aren't going away. I'm going mad with worry, so much that having to go towards my place has me crying, gulping and fighting off panic attacks. It's making me so anxious I can't go near the place. Sunday night me and Tom went back to scope out for mice and I burst into sobs because I was so anxious it was PAINFUL and he sent me back to his room. I only rent a room in a house, where mice haven't been spotted anywhere else. I've been staying on and off at Toms but I've not been coping and he's been having to deal with a very soggy, anxious, over-exhausted, anxious to the point of incapacity self.
The poison and traps from my landlords aren't working, so I'm calling in the exterminators tomorrow to do something, even though I can't really afford it. It's almost been a week without a full nights sleep and I just want to go home. MY home, with my laptop and poly podcasts and privacy and warm bed and my food. So yeah, mentally I'm in an awful place at the moment, and if you're wondering how I am, that's how it is at the moment.
The poison and traps from my landlords aren't working, so I'm calling in the exterminators tomorrow to do something, even though I can't really afford it. It's almost been a week without a full nights sleep and I just want to go home. MY home, with my laptop and poly podcasts and privacy and warm bed and my food. So yeah, mentally I'm in an awful place at the moment, and if you're wondering how I am, that's how it is at the moment.