Hanging by a thread

Today has been a long day. On top of all my usual issues I’ve found out that I’ve been exposed to, and caught Scabies. Little evil microscopic mites that live in the skin and soft furnishings and make you itchy as hell. Just the thought of them gives me the heebie-jeebies. I’ve never been very good with things like that, nits, mites, evil little creepy bugs that make me want to douse myself and all my belongings in bleach.

So one doctors visit later, and I find out the pharmacy is all out of the treatment cream, so I now have to wait till next week to kill off all the little buggers and make my kids do a preventative treatment just incase. You also have to wash all of your soft furnishings that you can at 60°C or higher, and bag up all of the things that won’t go in the washing machine for a week to kill of any of the mites that might be in there.

I struggle with normal day to day tasks and now I essentially need to sterilise my entire house. I have no idea how I’m going to get through this,although the fear is a strong motivator in this case.

So during washing cycles I’m alternating between meditation to try to get my mind off the itching and bagging up anything that could potentially be infected. And dousing everything else in Dettol after steaming it.

I might be heading into paranoid territory. But can you blame me?