I'm so far behind on my post this week. Life has been more crazy than usual. I woke up Monday with two itchy red welts on my hip and lower back. Tuesday morning I noticed several more on my knee and back of my thigh. I tore my bed apart looking for any sign of bedbugs but instead I found a TINY little critter that I'm guessing is a flea. A FLEA???!!! We don't even have any pets, where did this flea come from, and why is it in my bed? I captured him in a jar and immediately changed the sheets and vacuumed my bedroom. I then tried to go about my daily routine without much success. I spent most of the day researching flea bites. By Wednesday morning my stomach and ankles joined in the fun. Later followed by my foot and shoulder. But no sign of any more critters. And believe me, I've searched everywhere!
Wednesday afternoon, while I was frantically cleaning the house and running bedding and clothes through the laundry, our power went out due to high winds and a downed tree. Great timing. I eventually got all the laundry done which gives me a little peace of mind, but I'm still curious about the source of my little friend.
The final tally is around 35 bites that I can see. I'm not sure if there are any on my head. I itch everywhere just thinking about it. I've hardly slept in 3 days. I've covered myself in a baking soda paste, anti-itch cream and witch hazel. They work for a few hours, but then I'm back to the scratching.
Thankfully no one else has been affected, I guess I'm just the lucky one. And so far, no new bites, which means my critter in the jar is my number one suspect. Bad week. Very bad week.
Farewell February. Welcome March! Welcome 50 degrees. Welcome daffodil sprouts. Welcome lacrosse season. Welcome the possibility of coming out of hibernation.
No, I'm not counting my Easter chickens before they're hatched, I'm simply making a few observations. I realize that we received 5 inches of snow the day after we washed the cars, but that was February...It's March now. Easter, spring break, street sweepers, the light at the end of my winter tunnel!
Here's hoping for sunnier days, warmer breezes and shorter sleeves.
Dream Into Design
Everybody needs a creative outlet to work the kinks out of everyday life. For me, Dream Into Design is a project that has been waiting in the wings for many years. Follow along as I search for beauty in the mundane.