Much to Pup's dismay she's got almost another two weeks in quarantine. I called the vet on Monday and she doesn't want to see her until the 27th which is a week after she gets her third dose on Friday. I'm hopeful we'll get a good report. I'm so tired of living in this plastic wrapped house.
I've bought new pillows and mattress covers for when we get the okay to be normal again. I bought new sheets a while back.
A sign that progress is being made is the sight of an empty bathtub. It's still be used to boil all our laundry in the mornings but I actually took a bath in it on Sunday night. I had only been taking showers-several a day to fight the itch. Right now I am only in need of two. One in the morning and one at night. The serious itch is a distant and terrible memory at this point. We've got some small itchies and weird little prickles but they are manageable with just some spot treatment. Taking my first bath in two months was wonderful. I didn't feel like I was sitting in mite soup at all, although I did rinse myself very well afterwards and used a big dose of Epsom salt and vinegar in the water. Baby steps I know but headed in the right direction. I really feel the worst is behind us. Finally.