Today I want to discuss my absolute abhorrence for mosquitos. I long for summer and heat. It is my favorite and then...right about mid July, I begin to fear it. and the pesky winged creatures it brings.
This year I had been doing ok. And I should note that my current hatred level is in direct proportion to the amount of itchy bites I now have on my poor feet. This means that my hate level is a bona fide 25 on a scale of 1-10.
and I should also note that OFF did nothing. Nothing but perhaps but a beacon on my body screaming that my blood was up for grabs. And on top of that...it smells all kinds of funk.
I am going to try and see if any essential oils will help to reduce any further bites and to hopefully alleviate some of the itch hell I am living with.
Although...I am that person and I scratched till some of them bled.
In other words, my feet look like they belong on an eight year old. I just can't wait till the scabs pop up. Gonna be overtly attractive on a woman in her mid thirties. I really try to abstain but scratching just feels so good.
On Sunday alone I counted 22 bites. Just on my feet. My poor pinky toe alone has 4 bites. It is a pulpy red mess. I was trying on shoes for Italy yesterday and I could barely concentrate on the shoe for the ugly convergent of bites.
I read about this spoon trick that was supposed to remove some of the sting and it did work for a while. You heat a spoon up and then place it directly on bite. I also boiled some green tea bags and put on spots. All worked for a little bit...
So basically this confession is to declare the opposite of my undying love for these blood sucking irritants. and to pretty much admit I have no will power to not scratch the ever lovin hell out of these bites.
and also, thanks national geographic for showing the West Nile Virus on tv last night. Especially the part about how North Carolina cases are on the rise. It did much for my paranoia.
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