After a few weeks after my longtime friend's gruesome passing away, Bernard and I found out to our horror that we had bedbugs... I had had a rash for some months but thought this was allergies, but when Bernard developed a vicious rash of his own, we had to take action.
But before the exterminator came, I had to launder everything in hot soapy water and bag it all in plastic - took me almost three weeks and on some days I didn't think I would have the strength. We took to wearing long johns and long sleeved matching tops for bed to preserve of skin from further bites.
The exterminator came and used dry hot steam and pesticides. After, both Bernard and I got a nasty bout of flu - no wonder with all that stress.
There will be another inspection and treatment if needed tomorrow - although we have no new bites, we've seen two of the critters.
This experience has been horrendous, and as you know the last three years have been rough too. At least my mother's doing well at the nursing home - the dementia has stopped its progression for the moment and she's well taken care of there.
I just hope and pray for better times - sometimes I feel so drained. At least now Spring is coming, so that helps, as creating things.
So please understand if I'm slow on the uptake in commenting and replying.