Ever been to
www.fmylife.com ? It's a website where people post a message of how fucked up their lives are. Many of them are pretty funny but it wouldn't be if you were him/her.
And this is the story of how my life got fucked.
My dad spotted bites on his hands 4 weeks back. He woke up at 4am to use the toilet one day and realised that there was a blood sucking insect feeding on him. One that was he none too familiar with in the kampong days. A bed bug.
Soon we ransacked our house and discovered that the bed bugs have spread across the bedrooms. We sunned our beds, washed our bedsheets and pillow cases. Vacuumed the beds and bed frames, did a shit load of work.
Through research, I came to know that adult females lay 5 eggs each day which hatches a couple of days later. They like to hide along bed seams and cracks and come to feed between 12am-5am.
Every week, I'm battling bed bugs, and with the fear that I might spread to others. I've found them to be carried on my bag, clothes etc before and I've become abnormally paranoid at any itch or tingling sensation I feel on my body. I am a walking bed bug. I am a carrier. Please stay a radius of 5m away from me when you see me because it hurts to know that I can infect someone.
Because it seems I already have. To the one person who's closest to me and whose family's giving her pressure. Apparently I don't even seem to be able to lend her my support because I'm already in the shit myself so deep in I can hardly breathe.
I'm so sick of this. It's giving me so much emotional and physical stress that it's draining me completely. My weekends have been burnt trying to eliminate the buggers.
You know the sigh that spreads the pain from the heart to the pit of the stomach? It's what I call breathing.