Week 12

 

We are officially 3 months into this mite-y nightmare and things don't look much different from where we started around here. We've piled up the furniture and bags of stuff we want to get rid of but in order to get it out of here it takes two of us to get it to the top of the driveway for a special trash pick up and we can't leave Pup unattended that long so we live among the piles.

Since the downstairs couch was ground zero it is going. I'll order a new one when things calm down a bit. In the meantime I bought The Mister a recliner and had it delivered from Wayfair last week so he would have somewhere to sit. We didn't cover it with plastic but we do keep it covered with an old duvet that is washed every night just to be safe. The Mister still has a bit of a rash in a few spots but nothing like we saw in the past. 

Pup and I are still camped out in the living room among the plastic covered stuff upstairs. I'm going to have to go through all those bags one day but I just can't right now. Just looking at the bags gives me the willies. I should probably just toss them all but I might have somethings in them that I would regret tossing in the future so I'll wait until I've regained my senses and some perspective.

I'm still having those random hives on my arms but the spots are growing smaller and smaller. My big breakthrough this week has been being able to go without socks. The Mister and I have spent the last three months covered from head to toe at all times in order to protect ourselves and contain whatever we might be carrying. Having bare feet in the house is a major victory because the memory of what those mites did to my ankles and legs is still pretty fresh. As I've said before it's not just a physical battle we are fighting-it's a mental one as well. At least now it looks like there is a victory on the horizon.