The mites project is whipping my ass…
I thought I would report to you on how the mites project is going.
If tonight is an indication of how I am doing: I haven’t gained any ground… I am itching, uninvited guests are swarming on me, and I feel absolutely powerless over it.
All hope is not lost yet… something I ordered is being sent, slowly, from Southern Florida… and I am just one hour south of the Canadian border… grrr.
Of course, I have hopes… And we shall see… I am not giving up, the alternative is killing myself. Imagining my life remaining like this makes it clear: I have to win at this.
also… Writing the report on fighting the mite epidemic has been murder…