Thursday, July 29, 2004

Don't Let the Bed Bugs Bite

A Picture of Me is off and running with a fascinating/terrifying bed bug saga.
And then there's this:
June 23
There’s a meeting in the building about the bed bugs. I decide to go to a fundraiser at the Museum of Sex with some girlfriends instead.

Now to me, this is a bit of a missed opportunity. You can go to a museum any time, but getting to attend an actual meeting about bed bugs is probably a once-in-a-lifetime thing. I'd love to know how that meeting went down. Was there an agenda? Did someone keep the minutes?

Yes, I've been having a bit of fun about all this, but truly it sounds like a horrible experience. It reminds me of something that happened to me once that is probably not nearly as bad:

Years ago I visited with some people who owned a dog. I am a cat person and I'm rarely around dogs, but I do like them. So I played with this friendly dog for an hour or two. That night, I woke up to find myself absolutely covered in what I guess must have been flea bites. (Either that, or I'm severely allergic to this one dog and not to other dogs.) I couldn't sleep. The next day was just torture . . . I had hundreds of bites and they itched like crazy. It took days for the awful feeling to pass.


Caryn said...

I don't feel I have to defend myself, but since you posted about it, I'll tell you that the meeting started at the same time I got out of work, so I would have had to make a lot of effort to make it. And the Museum thing was 3 blocks from my office and at a time I could go. As you probably read further down, I realized I wasn't making smart deicisons and decided to get myself sober. Those were just the kind of stupid deicisions I was tired of making. And it was also in my "ignore it and it will go away" phase of this whole drama.

A final diary entry to come soon.

Tom said...

My post was meant in fun. I don't blame you for wanting to go do something not bedbug-related. :-)