Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Becoming one with Nature
Not really as cool as it sounds.
Over the course of the past weekend we discovered we were sinking into this state. It sounds great as a philosophical ideal, but in reality...not so much.
Little teeny tiny ants began invading our kitchen in ever-increasing hordes. I don't have anything against ants per se, but as we often say, there's no room in this house for another 40,000 pets.
I put out some bait traps I found in the storage room. The ants ignored them. We decided maybe those baits weren't fresh enough for our discerning ant horde, so we bought some more and spread them out like 52 Card Pick-up.
The ants found this slightly annoying, in that they had to detour their busy ant superhighway around the bait stations they had absolutely no interest in, but otherwise it had no effect on them.
Then Mike started popping out ringworm spots, which made us grown-ups start to feel suspicious about every little itchy twinge WE felt. And with me and my spots, that was a great deal of suspicion to produce on short notice.
Caro had already been sick all week from some bug going around, which had jump-started her dormant colitis. Then *I* got the same bug, and even Mike, who practically NEVER gets sick, complained of a stomach ache for a couple days.
AND I found a tick on one of the dogs.
So yesterday was Mad Monday from Hell. I took Souvenir in to the vet as the likely purveyor of the ringworm fungus. Felt somewhat vindicated when both vets said that going by how he looked, they wouldn't have thought he was likely to spread ringworm either.
Called Mike's doc, who recommended Lamisil. Got an appointment for ME, since I had some sort of suspicious weal on my EYELID. On the plus side, the doc told me she didn't see any signs of the ringworm glomming onto my numerous scratched up itchy sores, and she also said she didn't think those were shingles. Not clustered enough, itchy but not painful. She didn't know what they WERE...but she suggested my original self-diagnosis of some sort of contact dermatitis, so I felt vindicated again.
In between all this, and making a THIRD trip to town to mail books (I can't remember when I last drove to town three times in a day!), I completely cleared the kitchen counter--well, okay, half of it--so I could clean it, pour orange oil down behind it, and seal it off. {Which means this morning the bedraggled remnANTS were over on the OTHER side of the counter, complaining bitterly about the lack of toaster crumbs and other good eats that used to be so easy to find.)
Then I went to bed, before midnight, and slept for 12 hours.
Today is BOUND to be better, even if the 4th of July fireworks show gets rained out.
Over the course of the past weekend we discovered we were sinking into this state. It sounds great as a philosophical ideal, but in reality...not so much.
Little teeny tiny ants began invading our kitchen in ever-increasing hordes. I don't have anything against ants per se, but as we often say, there's no room in this house for another 40,000 pets.
I put out some bait traps I found in the storage room. The ants ignored them. We decided maybe those baits weren't fresh enough for our discerning ant horde, so we bought some more and spread them out like 52 Card Pick-up.
The ants found this slightly annoying, in that they had to detour their busy ant superhighway around the bait stations they had absolutely no interest in, but otherwise it had no effect on them.
Then Mike started popping out ringworm spots, which made us grown-ups start to feel suspicious about every little itchy twinge WE felt. And with me and my spots, that was a great deal of suspicion to produce on short notice.
Caro had already been sick all week from some bug going around, which had jump-started her dormant colitis. Then *I* got the same bug, and even Mike, who practically NEVER gets sick, complained of a stomach ache for a couple days.
AND I found a tick on one of the dogs.
So yesterday was Mad Monday from Hell. I took Souvenir in to the vet as the likely purveyor of the ringworm fungus. Felt somewhat vindicated when both vets said that going by how he looked, they wouldn't have thought he was likely to spread ringworm either.
Called Mike's doc, who recommended Lamisil. Got an appointment for ME, since I had some sort of suspicious weal on my EYELID. On the plus side, the doc told me she didn't see any signs of the ringworm glomming onto my numerous scratched up itchy sores, and she also said she didn't think those were shingles. Not clustered enough, itchy but not painful. She didn't know what they WERE...but she suggested my original self-diagnosis of some sort of contact dermatitis, so I felt vindicated again.
In between all this, and making a THIRD trip to town to mail books (I can't remember when I last drove to town three times in a day!), I completely cleared the kitchen counter--well, okay, half of it--so I could clean it, pour orange oil down behind it, and seal it off. {Which means this morning the bedraggled remnANTS were over on the OTHER side of the counter, complaining bitterly about the lack of toaster crumbs and other good eats that used to be so easy to find.)
Then I went to bed, before midnight, and slept for 12 hours.
Today is BOUND to be better, even if the 4th of July fireworks show gets rained out.
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