To
help me cope with bedbugs, I also tell myself that I shouldn’t be any more
disturbed than with a mosquito bite.
I
can’t tell you how incredibly frustrating it is, though.
You
think they’re gone, and then you wake up with a handful of itchy welts on your
back or buttocks, and find the droppings in your sheets.
Then,
your bed isn’t a safe spot anymore, though you’ve done everything possible to
make it so, and there’s no reason your bed shouldn’t be safe.
And,
you start to lose sleep, b/c once you wake up with an itch and find a welt, you
leap straight awake out of anxiety and can’t go back to sleep.
Honestly,
the first morning I woke up in bed to find them back after I thought I made my
bed a safe place, I cried, and there’s been times I’ve been close to crying
again.
It’s
funny, b/c so much else that’s happened to me hasn’t brought me to tears, but I
think the difference is that suddenly you aren’t even guaranteed sleep or
safety in sleep, and it’s like something you never thought would be taken away
from you suddenly has been.
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