Between coming up with a strategy, going to the store, consulting with pharmacists,and researching online I've been doing little else today.
Connor was so upset that we were keeping Scott home that I decided I'd keep him home as well and subject him to the same treatment Scott was going to get (again). With product that might loosen the eggs. Just as well, since product flushed out some live bodies that had escaped detection when I'd run a prior search.
Makes me nervous about myself. I had Gary check me, once the day before, and once yesterday. He'd watched me combing Scott, so he knew what to look for. I looked his scalp over too and found nothing on him.
I've got a long queue of piled up sheets, blankets, and pillowcases. Bowls filled with boiling water, combs, and hair clips. And that's not mentioning the pile of clean stuff I haven't processed and put away yet.
I feel just plain Beat Up. Too tired to even get up and make myself a drink; something stiff and strong. Lavender Luz, will you come over and make me a mojito? Or Ailey, could you come make me a marguerita?