The 12 week battle of the mites is not officially over. Pup's injury put an end to my furious cleaning but the piles of laundry and the plastic covered furniture still remains. A year ago this week I was having fun making soap in my disaster of a ripped out kitchen.
That soap has to sit for a whole year before you can use it and now it has-only I am too afraid to try it. I am still getting mite induced hives almost every day and I am not ready to move on from my mite killing regimen when it comes to myself. I know it takes a month or more to stop the allergic reaction to the damage the mites leave behind after the last one kicks the bucket but it's still freaking me out. I think it's going to take a long while to get my head straight after all this. Like my legs, my brain just may be scarred for life.