03-25-2014, 10:01 AM
We had an outbreak of mites at the bungalow. I am bit to shit. It is possible that they traveled in my luggage. It is also possible that it was all coincidence. Mites are an issue here in Seabright. Many neighbors have had to deal with them. And right now (aka mite breeding grounds) our yard is out of control with grass, flowers and weeds. I think that the Hampton mite drew first blood and left some sort of subliminal signpost to other mites that says "free eats here" on my ass. I've been the all-you-can-eat buffet ever since.
We had the carpets professionally cleaned yesterday and are washing everything in hot. Tomorrow, we have someone to take care of the yard. The pets have been medicated for parasites. Did I mention that S pulled a worm off the cat's butt just prior to the wedding? No? Well, if not, it was because I didn't want to spoil the mood. She's on special worm med, which being a cat, she refuses to eat. "Just let the worms crawl outta my ass - I'm not fucking eating that crap no matter how much you wrap it in tasty treats" sez the cat. Hmmpf. Cats.
So I'm on clobetasol propionate ointment and hydroxyzine pills, neither of which seem to do much, but I shudder to think what kind of anaphylactic mess I'd be with out them. On top of adjusting to the lisinopril, which is leaving me with a nasty dry cough that keeps me up at night (but my blood pressure is nice and low now), the bite meds make me dizzy, sleepy and blur my vision. Fortunately my years of training with the grateful dead have left me well prepared to cope with such side effects. The itching is a bitch, but the coughing only lets me sleep for two hours or so before rousing me, and I have to fumble for my loquat syrup (best cough remedy ever - the only tasty Chinese med there is, so tasty you can pour it on your waffles). A few of the bites got infected despite my care. One always breaks open in the bath making a bloody mess.
I have three friends grappling hard with cancer right now so I can't really complain.
Fucking bugs. The alien invasion won't be some Giger-ian phallic-headed monstrosity. It'll be parasites so small that you can't even see 'em.
We had the carpets professionally cleaned yesterday and are washing everything in hot. Tomorrow, we have someone to take care of the yard. The pets have been medicated for parasites. Did I mention that S pulled a worm off the cat's butt just prior to the wedding? No? Well, if not, it was because I didn't want to spoil the mood. She's on special worm med, which being a cat, she refuses to eat. "Just let the worms crawl outta my ass - I'm not fucking eating that crap no matter how much you wrap it in tasty treats" sez the cat. Hmmpf. Cats.
So I'm on clobetasol propionate ointment and hydroxyzine pills, neither of which seem to do much, but I shudder to think what kind of anaphylactic mess I'd be with out them. On top of adjusting to the lisinopril, which is leaving me with a nasty dry cough that keeps me up at night (but my blood pressure is nice and low now), the bite meds make me dizzy, sleepy and blur my vision. Fortunately my years of training with the grateful dead have left me well prepared to cope with such side effects. The itching is a bitch, but the coughing only lets me sleep for two hours or so before rousing me, and I have to fumble for my loquat syrup (best cough remedy ever - the only tasty Chinese med there is, so tasty you can pour it on your waffles). A few of the bites got infected despite my care. One always breaks open in the bath making a bloody mess.
I have three friends grappling hard with cancer right now so I can't really complain.
Fucking bugs. The alien invasion won't be some Giger-ian phallic-headed monstrosity. It'll be parasites so small that you can't even see 'em.
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