Since its always something....
This month its bug bites. I don't know how I got them. I've cleaned my room, my sheets, washed every piece of cloth in extremely hot water, treated my mattress for bed bugs, had my landlord spray down the entire house for everything else, and I've started showering twice a day. Its strange -- these bites are only on my feet and around my ankles. According to the interweb, they aren't flea bites or bed bug bites and they're too small and flat to be mosquito bites, and they don't look like spider bites either. I'm clueless and uncomfortable and beginning to wonder if I shouldn't spread lambs blood over my door frame to save my first-born.
Even though its only my feet that have these mystery bug bites, I find myself twitching and scratching like a crack head needing a fix. That one infected area has a rippling effect throughout my entire body and I'll feel a random and sudden twinge on my left shoulder, or my right inner ear, or anywhere else. The more I think about it, the more I feel like I'm being bitten all over.
This morning, as I was rubbing benedryl gel into my toes, I started thinking about the rest of the little bugs in my life. To be honest, things could be worse -- as in, sleeping-under-a-bridge-eating-out-of-a-trash-can-selling-my-body worse, but I have been feeling incredibly uncomfortable and unsettled recently. I can come up with a few reasons for this, but I don't like any of them.
And so, like the invisible army of mites that attacks my lower appendages (When?! Where?! HOW!!!??), I am unable to pinpoint the source of my unrest and am left to experiment for the cure.
Why is it always so easy to know what's bugging us, but we forget what makes us happy?
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