Dermatologist didn’t think it was scabies, but she wrote me a scrip for Elimite, a permethrin cream, anyway. Much waffling later, I’ve decided not to use it but to continue the hot Epsom salt baths, washing and drying as hot as I can bear to, and waiting, waiting, waiting until the bug guy can come Monday morning. Anyone I’ve spoken to on the phone has been confident that the problem is something different from what the previous guy thinks.
Yesterday, I found two dead critters in the bathroom, so we think the diatomaceous earth and Lysol may be doing the trick. However, Dadawa caught a live critter on his monitor in his office today. Not good. He checked the attic for rats or birds and didn’t find anything conclusive. I’m just tired of not knowing what is eating me alive. It’s almost all I can think about. Thankfully, the earliest bites are healing, fewer new ones appear every night, and the itching is not unbearable any more.
On top of this and the burglary, did I mention that our health, dental, and vision benefits elections for this year did not get taken up into the HP system correctly? This also leaves me with no vision plan, Pickle Pie without dental, and us with no FSA allowance.
Good news: I am hobbling crutch-free about two weeks earlier than after the other foot’s operation. My replacement laptop, a Macbook Pro, arrived, and I am loving it. One of our best friends is coming to town this weekend. A couple we consider dear friends is having their wedding mass Monday, and I’m a bridesmaid, despite my hobbling (we were talking about crutches and tulle, just in case) and the pockmarks from my rash. Ah, vanity.
Not news: I haven’t been able to post as regularly as I intended because I couldn’t log in to the blog from any computers and was making do with the WordPress gizmo on the iPhone.
You know how Dadawa fixed the problem?
He told me to log into the correct site. Ugh.