Looking at the calendar, it’s been about 6 weeks since this all started. But it feels like it’s been forever and will continue forever.
I had three new bites this morning–two on the back of my neck, which means I’ll be wearing scarves until they disappear, which generally takes a week or more. When I put my scarf on this morning before leaving for a meeting, I thought about how lucky I am that this is happening in winter, when I can wear long sleeves and scarves to cover up. Then I wondered what would happen if this lasts into summer–a thought that made my heart curl up and cry. I decided I could at least blame mosquitoes then. But I don’t know what I’ll do if this lasts too much longer–this is no way to live.
Reading back to my earliest entries, I see my hope that this would be resolved soon, in a matter of weeks. I remember a week into it e-mailing friends of mine who were on vacation, telling them how I wasn’t telling anyone local, and was only telling them because this would be fixed by the time they got back to town a month later. They got back a week and a half ago. So much for that.
It makes me sad to see how long it’s been, but then I have to remind myself that it’s not even been two months–it just feels so much longer. Yes, lots of pest control places have kicked people’s problems after 3 treatments, but sometimes it takes longer depending on a lot of factors. I have to trust. I have to try. Tonight, it’s hard.