So my feet have been hurting. Pretty badly.
Basically I’m falling apart. Because you know my hands and wrists hurt very very badly, and then there’s my feet. I was scared it was some kind of weird symptom of something and I was dying or something.
Turns out, it’s something to do with post-pregnancy hormones weakening my tendons or something. Loosening them up so they aren’t supportive.
At least I know I’m not dying.
But no running for me.
I used to think I was so strong and so tough and in control!
Pest guy said the mites most likely came from a dead rat in the ceiling and it caused the infestation. He said if we keep doing what we’re doing then they’ll probably eventually go away, until the next time a rat dies up there. Great.
Anyway I said okay, spray the place or whatever. So now I’m out of the house for two hours and when I get home I have to go on a wiping cleaning changing vacuuming spree.
Of course I’m doing all of this on my own.
Somehow turned into a lot of extra work for me. I’ll be pissed if anyone gets another bite in the next few days.