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LICE ---- OMG!!!! Now what? LMAO!
This afternoon the school calls and says that my daughter's classroom has been singled out as an epidemic of head lice. School has just started.
OMG OMG OMG OMG I think to myself. I've never seen it, never had it, don't have a clue about it.
My experience of head diseases stops at dandruff.
So here we go searching, because who knows, there might be something there. Adventurerama right?
Wrong. How very freaking wrong.
Daughter gets sat down and I take out a comb, and gently pull apart her hairs and AHA!
There - in front of me are speckles of white. They shift, they move -and panicked that I am, I scream for the husband to come over. He hmmms... He hmpppffffs... He nudges a few hairs over and starts picking through her hair while I sit there freaking out.
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUGS.
Finally he stands back and he says, "That's not lice, that's dandruff."
I breathe the deepest sigh of relief. I am instantly calm. The man of the house has spoken - life is good.
And then he smiles and he pulls her hair apart and snags something. Me, I think he's joking around. He turns and grabs a sandwich bag, opens it up, slips his hand in, pulls his hand out and zips it up tight...
He hands the bag to me and says proudly: "Now that's a lice."
He woke me up from the floor. There are few things that really bother me - not quite phobias, but extreme dislikes. BUGS are one of them. Lice are BUGS.
He's laughing at me - I'm freaking out.
Profoundly.
I'm thinking about all the things we'll have to cancel. How we can avoid telling anyone - will we have to give up our membership at the country club? Oh we're scourge! We're horrible people. I knew I should have vacuumed twice a day. I knew I shouldn't have worn those pants twice, I didn't think anyone would notice - honest.
Suddenly the world tunneled in on me.
He's laughing at me still...
I'm thinking - my mind is whirling and then - the most amazing thing happened. Every BIT of my skin started crawling. I had the itchies. Everything everywhere felt like it was being tickled... And I'm freaking out even more.
Hubby dearest realizes I'm about to explode in a freak out session of mass proportions because he knows that I'm almost bug-o-phobic - I'm almost in hysterics.
Me... A person who has held dying people gooping blood out and pieces of bodies... Me... the one who has assisted with airplane casualties... Me... the one who has picked up decapitated heads... I'm seriously a basket case when it comes to the thought of little critters crawling around on my skull.
I won't even let him check my head, because I don't want to know for sure I've got them. Nope. Not going to be there if I don't know for sure.
He's laughing his *** off - still. He carefully turns to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of wine, and pours me a glass - which I down in five seconds holding it out for refills. A few glasses later, I'm coherent and able to think straight. I know I'm not supposed to drink right after TX --- but darnit --- come on... This doesn't count!
I start military strategy. I write down with efficiency the things we will obviously need:
A kit of removal for every person. A trenchcoat and hat with sunglasses for the person buying the kits, a complete plastic tarp... a flame thrower - a new tent to live in with sleeping bags.
I hand the list to the husband because I am OBVIOUSLY not going to be the one to go to the store. He gently removes the pen from my hand and marks off everything except the kits.
He valiantly agrees to go to the store.
(Of course, I had a steak knife in my hand thinking about how I could skewer any that might jump into the air...)
I don't even have to argue.
For my protection, he takes the child with him.
Me, I'm standing in the middle of the kitchen, afraid to move in any direction, knife in hand, waiting for something small and brown to come out of the sandwich bag that I haven't looked at or touched since he handed it to me in a moment of his bad judgment.
I know that when it comes out, it will be something the size of a pit bull. It will have massive chompers and it will violently twist my head in it's claws as it drains my lifeblood from my head.
Oh yeah, baby, I'm not afraid of bugs. I just can't stand them.
Hubby and kid come home in gales of laughter. I'm still in the kitchen. I've given up on my vigilance with the knife. I'm coming to terms with the fact that I might have some guests visiting me - at least until I can rip open the boxes of shampoo.
I glop the shampoo on all of us - we wait the expected 10 minutes. We all start the combing process.
I tell them - Don't even think about telling me what you find in my hair, as I pick a few nits out of my daughter's hair. Little dandruff looking things - yeah sure... Dandruff...
I keep telling myself that nothing is going to pull an Alien on my hands and start chomping with ravenous teeth.
So that part is done.
He wouldn't get me the flame throwers so I guess I can't torch the house. I've sprayed every surface that is imaginable. I've vacuumed, I've wiped, I've combed, I've washed...
I have so much more to do. He won't let me use bleach either. Sigh... He just doesn't understand...
So here I sit, after a glass and a half of wine (I'm a very very light drinker - so I'm trashed ahoy!)... I've finally gotten the nerve to see the little prisoner he caught and put in the bag. I put it up against the light...
I look and it waves at me with all of it's legs - and this immense guilt comes over me as I realize I just wiped out his whole world... I've just demolished his forests of splendor and his families of love...
Ah well. Too bad...
Die sucker! I'm saving you so I can give you to the school nurse.
You know... There are a couple of people I wouldn't mind dumping this on... Just casually open the bag near their heads and shake...
Ahhh... that's right. I'm a nice person...
And you thought your day was bad?
OMG OMG OMG OMG I think to myself. I've never seen it, never had it, don't have a clue about it.
My experience of head diseases stops at dandruff.
So here we go searching, because who knows, there might be something there. Adventurerama right?
Wrong. How very freaking wrong.
Daughter gets sat down and I take out a comb, and gently pull apart her hairs and AHA!
There - in front of me are speckles of white. They shift, they move -and panicked that I am, I scream for the husband to come over. He hmmms... He hmpppffffs... He nudges a few hairs over and starts picking through her hair while I sit there freaking out.
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUGS.
Finally he stands back and he says, "That's not lice, that's dandruff."
I breathe the deepest sigh of relief. I am instantly calm. The man of the house has spoken - life is good.
And then he smiles and he pulls her hair apart and snags something. Me, I think he's joking around. He turns and grabs a sandwich bag, opens it up, slips his hand in, pulls his hand out and zips it up tight...
He hands the bag to me and says proudly: "Now that's a lice."
He woke me up from the floor. There are few things that really bother me - not quite phobias, but extreme dislikes. BUGS are one of them. Lice are BUGS.
He's laughing at me - I'm freaking out.
Profoundly.
I'm thinking about all the things we'll have to cancel. How we can avoid telling anyone - will we have to give up our membership at the country club? Oh we're scourge! We're horrible people. I knew I should have vacuumed twice a day. I knew I shouldn't have worn those pants twice, I didn't think anyone would notice - honest.
Suddenly the world tunneled in on me.
He's laughing at me still...
I'm thinking - my mind is whirling and then - the most amazing thing happened. Every BIT of my skin started crawling. I had the itchies. Everything everywhere felt like it was being tickled... And I'm freaking out even more.
Hubby dearest realizes I'm about to explode in a freak out session of mass proportions because he knows that I'm almost bug-o-phobic - I'm almost in hysterics.
Me... A person who has held dying people gooping blood out and pieces of bodies... Me... the one who has assisted with airplane casualties... Me... the one who has picked up decapitated heads... I'm seriously a basket case when it comes to the thought of little critters crawling around on my skull.
I won't even let him check my head, because I don't want to know for sure I've got them. Nope. Not going to be there if I don't know for sure.
He's laughing his *** off - still. He carefully turns to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of wine, and pours me a glass - which I down in five seconds holding it out for refills. A few glasses later, I'm coherent and able to think straight. I know I'm not supposed to drink right after TX --- but darnit --- come on... This doesn't count!
I start military strategy. I write down with efficiency the things we will obviously need:
A kit of removal for every person. A trenchcoat and hat with sunglasses for the person buying the kits, a complete plastic tarp... a flame thrower - a new tent to live in with sleeping bags.
I hand the list to the husband because I am OBVIOUSLY not going to be the one to go to the store. He gently removes the pen from my hand and marks off everything except the kits.
He valiantly agrees to go to the store.
(Of course, I had a steak knife in my hand thinking about how I could skewer any that might jump into the air...)
I don't even have to argue.
For my protection, he takes the child with him.
Me, I'm standing in the middle of the kitchen, afraid to move in any direction, knife in hand, waiting for something small and brown to come out of the sandwich bag that I haven't looked at or touched since he handed it to me in a moment of his bad judgment.
I know that when it comes out, it will be something the size of a pit bull. It will have massive chompers and it will violently twist my head in it's claws as it drains my lifeblood from my head.
Oh yeah, baby, I'm not afraid of bugs. I just can't stand them.
Hubby and kid come home in gales of laughter. I'm still in the kitchen. I've given up on my vigilance with the knife. I'm coming to terms with the fact that I might have some guests visiting me - at least until I can rip open the boxes of shampoo.
I glop the shampoo on all of us - we wait the expected 10 minutes. We all start the combing process.
I tell them - Don't even think about telling me what you find in my hair, as I pick a few nits out of my daughter's hair. Little dandruff looking things - yeah sure... Dandruff...
I keep telling myself that nothing is going to pull an Alien on my hands and start chomping with ravenous teeth.
So that part is done.
He wouldn't get me the flame throwers so I guess I can't torch the house. I've sprayed every surface that is imaginable. I've vacuumed, I've wiped, I've combed, I've washed...
I have so much more to do. He won't let me use bleach either. Sigh... He just doesn't understand...
So here I sit, after a glass and a half of wine (I'm a very very light drinker - so I'm trashed ahoy!)... I've finally gotten the nerve to see the little prisoner he caught and put in the bag. I put it up against the light...
I look and it waves at me with all of it's legs - and this immense guilt comes over me as I realize I just wiped out his whole world... I've just demolished his forests of splendor and his families of love...
Ah well. Too bad...
Die sucker! I'm saving you so I can give you to the school nurse.
You know... There are a couple of people I wouldn't mind dumping this on... Just casually open the bag near their heads and shake...
Ahhh... that's right. I'm a nice person...
And you thought your day was bad?
Meki Sitting here all by myself laughing my head off. Too, too funny. I agree with the others - you have an incredible way of portraying things.
As far as the "disclosure" issue, it somehow didn't occur to me not to tell everyone I saw when I found out a few years ago that I had this. Maybe if I had thought it through I would have been more discreet, but I'm glad I didn't. If I kept it a secret I would feel that I had something shameful to hide and make me feel even more isolated than I already do because of having a chronic disease (after finding this website a couple of weeks ago, not so isolated any more; many, many thanks to all for that) Anyway, it turned out that almost everyone I knew had a family member who had this as well. Where I work, we have a lo of children who are almost surely HIV positive, so people are careful, but not freaked out by contagion.
Worst part, in that respect, for me is the STD issue. I think that for the most part, people think that this is an STD. I haven't even felt like I could go out on a date since I found out about this. Well, I'm pretty much to tired to anyway, but the option would be nice. But i digress entirely... never mind
Thanks again to all of you.
As far as the "disclosure" issue, it somehow didn't occur to me not to tell everyone I saw when I found out a few years ago that I had this. Maybe if I had thought it through I would have been more discreet, but I'm glad I didn't. If I kept it a secret I would feel that I had something shameful to hide and make me feel even more isolated than I already do because of having a chronic disease (after finding this website a couple of weeks ago, not so isolated any more; many, many thanks to all for that) Anyway, it turned out that almost everyone I knew had a family member who had this as well. Where I work, we have a lo of children who are almost surely HIV positive, so people are careful, but not freaked out by contagion.
Worst part, in that respect, for me is the STD issue. I think that for the most part, people think that this is an STD. I haven't even felt like I could go out on a date since I found out about this. Well, I'm pretty much to tired to anyway, but the option would be nice. But i digress entirely... never mind
Thanks again to all of you.
LMAO!!!! So glad I read this post before leaving for work- you really should pursue your writing further, it's a real talent. Sorry to hear about all the trauma and of course the HOUSEWORK- I feel about housecleaning like you feel about bugs.
I have 2 kids in school, so I may be in the same boat one of these days... that'd be one way to get me to clean this place!
Have a great day!
-Dee
I have 2 kids in school, so I may be in the same boat one of these days... that'd be one way to get me to clean this place!
Have a great day!
-Dee
Thanks for your thoughts on opening up about this disease....you are a very strong person!!! I am sooo new to all of this!! and I learn something everyday!! Some of you that have been through this before have no idea how much you teach us "newbies" I am never adverse to learning anything :)
Baby steps.....I will get there thanks to all of you!!!
Ohhhhh and cocksparrow my thoughts are with you!!
Baby steps.....I will get there thanks to all of you!!!
Ohhhhh and cocksparrow my thoughts are with you!!
Meki - 3a seems to be very easy to clear for MOST people... CS is having probs - (sorry CS - and super hugs and warm thoughts!) But for the most part the 3a seems to go fast on TX.
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Thanx for reminding me. My virus is a little like me stubborn - we'll see who wins.
Will take you to task though, 3a is only easy if you RVR. non RVR = fight on your hands. Just ask zazzas ex.
One other thing you had bad sides yeh. Hate to tell ya but you would have probably cleared with 16 weeks. 8 weeks of Sx for not much gain is what you did. Sorry bout that.
BTW this is the wrong thread to get serious.
Still picturing you with the razor. New baldes, dont share it.
CS
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Thanx for reminding me. My virus is a little like me stubborn - we'll see who wins.
Will take you to task though, 3a is only easy if you RVR. non RVR = fight on your hands. Just ask zazzas ex.
One other thing you had bad sides yeh. Hate to tell ya but you would have probably cleared with 16 weeks. 8 weeks of Sx for not much gain is what you did. Sorry bout that.
BTW this is the wrong thread to get serious.
Still picturing you with the razor. New baldes, dont share it.
CS
Here I was, ready to go to bed (it's 2am) and I decided to read one more post. OMG!! You are so funny!!! even if the situation is not. I am so wide awake now from laughing so hard I may never get to bed tonight. -:))
You really should copy/paste this to your word pad (or some such thing) and save it for posterity. LOL The whole thread. You are such a natural!!!
Good luck, God Bless and I know thiings will get better. LOL
Tmblwd
You really should copy/paste this to your word pad (or some such thing) and save it for posterity. LOL The whole thread. You are such a natural!!!
Good luck, God Bless and I know thiings will get better. LOL
Tmblwd
Hey guys - thanks for all the comments and some suggestions.
Does anyone have any ALL natural suggestions for treatment?
Meki
Does anyone have any ALL natural suggestions for treatment?
Meki
Ahhh Sunny - Lady - I'm telling everyone. I'm tired of the stigma of this disease... I didn't ask for it.
I didn't drink or do drugs or have wild unprotected sex... Or any of the "SO CALLED HEPC" Risk factors. I didn't even snort cocaine through a straw that someone else used...
Me - I either had surgery or helped someone as an EMT or got it in a shot of Rhogam...
But I didn't ask for this disease - and I'm not going to be ashamed of it either! And NEITHER DID ANYONE WHO GOT IT IN ANY WAY!
It's not like Joe Blow asked to have HCV with his shot of heroin... or Jane Smith wanted to get it when she was in a car accident... or Donnie Duck when he had to have a transfusion or Chatty Cathy when she was 25th in line to be innoculated off the same shot gun.
No one asks for this disease - and NO ONE SHOULD FEEL ASHAMED of it.
I honestly believe the only way we - who have HCV - are going to find cures is if people in this world realize exactly how many of us there are. Something should be done.
But if we all keep quiet - then our cures and hopes for a Hepatitis C free future are all swept under the carpet. We're hidden, no one knows. No one is going to do anything unless it's in their face.
But --- I know how hard it is to talk to others ---- they shy away from you... they get that "OMG - I have to go home and scrub my skin and go get tested tomorrow look in their eyes because we're in the same room."
It's not easy. But I do it with humour and honesty --- I talk about it openly with anyone who asks --- and freely discuss it with people at work - in the store --- at the beach -- you name it.
Sheesh - it was easier for me to have people know I was on chemotherapy for HCV than to have them think I was a cracked out hooker hanging out at the store... LMAO!
You have to remember --- I looked like BOZO... with dark circles under my eyes --- I lost like 40 lbs... (not that I look any thinner --- but that my clothes stopped fitting... LOL! I'm a heavy gal... not thin by anyone's stretch of imagination... LOL!) I couldn't remember my middle name --- or what I was shopping for... And sometimes I couldn't even remember what aisle I was on.
In a small town - LMAO - that doesn't look too good. Especially when you work for a police department. LOL!
So I just blurted it out... If someone looked at me the wrong way... If I was standing at the checkstand with check in hand, asking for the amount again for the third time.
Most folks ask questions -- a few run away screaming... and the rest go HUH?
I figure - they know that it can happen to them now... they might make others aware of it. They might talk about it to others, and you know that game Telephone Operator? Well I'm hoping some day - someone will hear about it that can do something about it.
I don't believe they'll come up with a cure in our lifetime - but maybe my grandchildren's life time. And they and their families and friends won't have to deal with this awful disease.
I also make sure I don't say TREATMENT... I say CHEMOTHERAPY.
Because it is chemotherapy - the induction of chemicals into the body to kill a disease...
Don't forget all of that. And KEEP YOUR HEAD HELD HIGH.
Meki
I didn't drink or do drugs or have wild unprotected sex... Or any of the "SO CALLED HEPC" Risk factors. I didn't even snort cocaine through a straw that someone else used...
Me - I either had surgery or helped someone as an EMT or got it in a shot of Rhogam...
But I didn't ask for this disease - and I'm not going to be ashamed of it either! And NEITHER DID ANYONE WHO GOT IT IN ANY WAY!
It's not like Joe Blow asked to have HCV with his shot of heroin... or Jane Smith wanted to get it when she was in a car accident... or Donnie Duck when he had to have a transfusion or Chatty Cathy when she was 25th in line to be innoculated off the same shot gun.
No one asks for this disease - and NO ONE SHOULD FEEL ASHAMED of it.
I honestly believe the only way we - who have HCV - are going to find cures is if people in this world realize exactly how many of us there are. Something should be done.
But if we all keep quiet - then our cures and hopes for a Hepatitis C free future are all swept under the carpet. We're hidden, no one knows. No one is going to do anything unless it's in their face.
But --- I know how hard it is to talk to others ---- they shy away from you... they get that "OMG - I have to go home and scrub my skin and go get tested tomorrow look in their eyes because we're in the same room."
It's not easy. But I do it with humour and honesty --- I talk about it openly with anyone who asks --- and freely discuss it with people at work - in the store --- at the beach -- you name it.
Sheesh - it was easier for me to have people know I was on chemotherapy for HCV than to have them think I was a cracked out hooker hanging out at the store... LMAO!
You have to remember --- I looked like BOZO... with dark circles under my eyes --- I lost like 40 lbs... (not that I look any thinner --- but that my clothes stopped fitting... LOL! I'm a heavy gal... not thin by anyone's stretch of imagination... LOL!) I couldn't remember my middle name --- or what I was shopping for... And sometimes I couldn't even remember what aisle I was on.
In a small town - LMAO - that doesn't look too good. Especially when you work for a police department. LOL!
So I just blurted it out... If someone looked at me the wrong way... If I was standing at the checkstand with check in hand, asking for the amount again for the third time.
Most folks ask questions -- a few run away screaming... and the rest go HUH?
I figure - they know that it can happen to them now... they might make others aware of it. They might talk about it to others, and you know that game Telephone Operator? Well I'm hoping some day - someone will hear about it that can do something about it.
I don't believe they'll come up with a cure in our lifetime - but maybe my grandchildren's life time. And they and their families and friends won't have to deal with this awful disease.
I also make sure I don't say TREATMENT... I say CHEMOTHERAPY.
Because it is chemotherapy - the induction of chemicals into the body to kill a disease...
Don't forget all of that. And KEEP YOUR HEAD HELD HIGH.
Meki
Thanks for all the input I do so appreciate it!!! Hope your situation clears right quickly.....I am on the same page as in regards to the bug phobia!!! I would not like them either....but I guess we have to perservere :)
Thanks again for chatting back with me ...I have NO one but by husband to talk to....I live in small town and refuse to tell ANYONE ...sooo many people are predjudice and naieve in small towns....not all just some :) so I have kept this totally to myself.....you and few others have been my family and support over the past months and I thank-you for the time taken :)
Thanks again for chatting back with me ...I have NO one but by husband to talk to....I live in small town and refuse to tell ANYONE ...sooo many people are predjudice and naieve in small towns....not all just some :) so I have kept this totally to myself.....you and few others have been my family and support over the past months and I thank-you for the time taken :)
3a Post Tx 6 months and SVR at 3 months post tx... Was und right away - and stayed und for 6 months --- got fired by my hepatologist/GI.
3a seems to be very easy to clear for MOST people... CS is having probs - (sorry CS - and super hugs and warm thoughts!) But for the most part the 3a seems to go fast on TX.
I'm not real sure how long I've had it - but think less than 10 years. I was diagnosed last year in May-June-July - and put on TX right away. I know that I was clear in 92 and 95 or thereabouts. Had my daughter in 96 - had a shot of Rhogam in Jan of 1996. Got violently ill on a cruise ship in January of 96 and started getting sicker every year... Spent a year trying to diagnose what was wrong with me... everything from mental health to cancer was ruled out - then someone did a hep panel when I was very very ill.
Now - I feel better - about 6 months post tx and most of the sides are going away. Which is almost heaven.
I'm having a problem with organization and tasks --- staying on task mainly... And we're not talking a LITTLE problem... It's like one minute I can do it --- the next HUH??? what was I doing?
But that's ok. Life is getting better each day.
I believe that no matter what - stay positive - because every day brings something new and exciting. Whether it's learning something, meeting someone - or just having fun... There's something new... that you've never seen before... even if it's just a thumbprint on your CD... It's new... LOL!
Hey - you stay healthy and keep that UND --- ya hear?
And I have a lot of cleaning to do... Sigh... Where will I find all the energy to not torch the house... that would have been so much easier. I swear.
LOL!
Meki
3a seems to be very easy to clear for MOST people... CS is having probs - (sorry CS - and super hugs and warm thoughts!) But for the most part the 3a seems to go fast on TX.
I'm not real sure how long I've had it - but think less than 10 years. I was diagnosed last year in May-June-July - and put on TX right away. I know that I was clear in 92 and 95 or thereabouts. Had my daughter in 96 - had a shot of Rhogam in Jan of 1996. Got violently ill on a cruise ship in January of 96 and started getting sicker every year... Spent a year trying to diagnose what was wrong with me... everything from mental health to cancer was ruled out - then someone did a hep panel when I was very very ill.
Now - I feel better - about 6 months post tx and most of the sides are going away. Which is almost heaven.
I'm having a problem with organization and tasks --- staying on task mainly... And we're not talking a LITTLE problem... It's like one minute I can do it --- the next HUH??? what was I doing?
But that's ok. Life is getting better each day.
I believe that no matter what - stay positive - because every day brings something new and exciting. Whether it's learning something, meeting someone - or just having fun... There's something new... that you've never seen before... even if it's just a thumbprint on your CD... It's new... LOL!
Hey - you stay healthy and keep that UND --- ya hear?
And I have a lot of cleaning to do... Sigh... Where will I find all the energy to not torch the house... that would have been so much easier. I swear.
LOL!
Meki
Oh and post pics too - right?
Well it would help if we made sure you had covered (or uncovered) all you bases.
Well it would help if we made sure you had covered (or uncovered) all you bases.
I had to finally comment after reading your posts for months Meki.....you sure are a breath of fresh air!!!! Good luck with your task.....key is a one time overhall with bedding and stuffed animals, couches etc and lucky you for the wine :)
Meki...are you UND? I have been following and can't remember...I am 3a und week 4...pegasis 180 and riba 1000...how long before you find out about SVR? have you had Hep long? I have so enjoyed reading your responses and thought I might ask.....I got it from a transfusion and getting help from red cross....
Hope all goes well :)
Take care Meki
Meki...are you UND? I have been following and can't remember...I am 3a und week 4...pegasis 180 and riba 1000...how long before you find out about SVR? have you had Hep long? I have so enjoyed reading your responses and thought I might ask.....I got it from a transfusion and getting help from red cross....
Hope all goes well :)
Take care Meki
ROFLMAO!!! Oh and post pics too - right?
Silly goofy --- tricks are for hookers.
LMAO!
*runs to the shower to check shaving cream and blades*
Silly goofy --- tricks are for hookers.
LMAO!
*runs to the shower to check shaving cream and blades*
Oh shush you --- they better NOT have crawled anywhere else.
Ummm - I hate to be the one to tell you this but, uhhhh--- while the six-legged mini-rodents are extremely easy to deal with in kids (one or two washing with RID and your kids are good to go) you can most assuredly expect some itching and crawling down in the southern hemisphere, meki. The only way to stay in front of the curve on this one is total and complete deforestation. Tidy up the hedge. Remove the environment. Bring forth the Alaskan Balded Beaver. It's the only way meki.
Ummm - I hate to be the one to tell you this but, uhhhh--- while the six-legged mini-rodents are extremely easy to deal with in kids (one or two washing with RID and your kids are good to go) you can most assuredly expect some itching and crawling down in the southern hemisphere, meki. The only way to stay in front of the curve on this one is total and complete deforestation. Tidy up the hedge. Remove the environment. Bring forth the Alaskan Balded Beaver. It's the only way meki.
I had a case of the critters once. A prolific tale not fit for this board. She was a looker, but a bit 'crunchy'. Who'd a thunk....?
i'm sorry you're dealing with lice!!!...they are no fun...creepy, and disgusting, and just the thought of them make me itch!!!....thanks tho for sharing such a lively, and well written verse on what you're going thru...you are talented, and such a joy!!!...death to the little buggers!!!!
looooved the story. reminded of the time when my 23 year old was eight and brought it home from school. The crawly feeling WILL go away...
hahaha funnygirl
deb
hahaha funnygirl
deb
Thankyou so much for reminding me why its great to have the kids grown and gone.
When my daughter was 4 we were in a 100 year flood; 5 feet of water in the house. We moved in with some friends temporarily. Then her preschool teacher approached me and sorrowfully said, she hated to tell me BUT, there was a head lice problem at the school. eeeekkkkk!!!!
Okay, here is what you have to do. Boil any combs, brushes etc. Wash in hot water all linens and towels and hats. Vacuum everywhere and everything. Flip the mattresses or better yet put them in the sun adn then flip them. Spin pillows in a hot dryer.
Buy the nasty shampoo and make sure the whole family uses it. And use that tiny nit comb. The nits are close to the scalp.
Lice is spread from one person to another. It has nothing to do with being dirty.
Now, pray she doesn't get pin worms!!!
When my daughter was 4 we were in a 100 year flood; 5 feet of water in the house. We moved in with some friends temporarily. Then her preschool teacher approached me and sorrowfully said, she hated to tell me BUT, there was a head lice problem at the school. eeeekkkkk!!!!
Okay, here is what you have to do. Boil any combs, brushes etc. Wash in hot water all linens and towels and hats. Vacuum everywhere and everything. Flip the mattresses or better yet put them in the sun adn then flip them. Spin pillows in a hot dryer.
Buy the nasty shampoo and make sure the whole family uses it. And use that tiny nit comb. The nits are close to the scalp.
Lice is spread from one person to another. It has nothing to do with being dirty.
Now, pray she doesn't get pin worms!!!
My daughter got lice when she was little from other kids she played with and I'm telling you - it was a frigging nightmare! Your gonna have to but this stuff at the store called "RID" and spray all the beds and furniture. Then sit for hours picking the little white eggs and black little bugs out before she can go back to school. Make sure you strip down all beds and change them immediately and vacuum everywhere twice a day. Good luck girl! can someone tell me what LMAO means? lol
ROFLMAO!
Oh wow --- uhmmmmm lessee Rick.. uh... anyone would do, except Mr Ed.
Eric- will post them tonight...
I'm still using chopsticks to pick up things and egads... I really need a decontamination team.
Kisses to Lonestar... you sweetie... She rocks. But ewwwwwwwww ---- species.... Nope. Not gonna think about them for another 2 seconds...or until I scratch again.
And honey - overwhelming is putting it mildly.. 2 kids, cat, dog... me... Sigh. Do you think they'll be on the ceiling? LOL!
Oh wow --- uhmmmmm lessee Rick.. uh... anyone would do, except Mr Ed.
Eric- will post them tonight...
I'm still using chopsticks to pick up things and egads... I really need a decontamination team.
Kisses to Lonestar... you sweetie... She rocks. But ewwwwwwwww ---- species.... Nope. Not gonna think about them for another 2 seconds...or until I scratch again.
And honey - overwhelming is putting it mildly.. 2 kids, cat, dog... me... Sigh. Do you think they'll be on the ceiling? LOL!
PS
You already are a writer. I don't remember when I last was so spellbound by words after reading your Postcard thread.
You already are a writer. I don't remember when I last was so spellbound by words after reading your Postcard thread.
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