David returned to work today, able to limp fairly proficiently--thank goodness his knee injury was so minor. He wore his brace, and when he got home, he carefully removed it and saw large blisters where it had been. When Dennis woke up from his nap, he found David in the bathroom wrapping his wounds in gauze and tape, and he wanted to know why. David told him about the blister, and Dennis asked what a blister was. David let him see it, and Dennis looked at it. Soon I heard, "Ewww--it's SQUISHY!" and he came to find me and tell me all about squishy blisters.
We are having a veritable plaque of skin troubles here. David's blister is bad, but Dennis' flea bites are worse. We've bombed the house and sprayed, washed the bedding repeatedly, and still the tiny buggers are torturing us. Dennis is covered in bites, and he's a bit allergic to them, so that means he's covered in red bumps. We applied natural bug repellent to him tonight before bed, and tomorrow David will treat the house again. We are desperate to get rid of them. If the bug balm doesn't work, Dennis will have to sleep somewhere else until they're gone (which means one or both of us will as well). The pets haven't been inside in weeks, so I'm sure this hasn't come from them (but they are getting treatments as well). Such misery. Such tiny, awful creatures.
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