While Skype is trying to reconnect me with my sister for our regular Saturday morning talk I will continue with my chosen topic of the day. In a word MOSQUITOES
When I was planning this vacation Barb told me it wasn’t necessary to get the malaria pills because they never saw one mosquito last year. Let me just say that Barb has a short memory. Barb has been the one most seriously affected by the bites. Her legs are a sight to behold and her poor derriere is a mass of welts. The rest of us are suffering to a slightly lesser degree, I being the least affected which is mostly because I make an early exit in the evenings when the mosquitoes appear. However, I have been affected enough to have had some sleepless nights and have sometimes been nearly frantic with the itching.
The bites and the itching cannot be discreet so they have become a topic of conversation everywhere we go. Here are some of the suggestions and advice:
1. Olive Oil for prevention
2. 110 degree water to soak yourself in to get the poison out
3. Lime juice for itch
4. Vinegar for itch
5. Injection in the butt by a medico / doctor
6. Regular drug store medicines like Calamyn lotion, Deet, Off and even Raid
7. Nets
The top two on the list have been working for me. I am slathered at this moment in olive oil and I have to say that this has kept me from getting bit all day long. But at night the little dickens seem to find their way under my bed covers. One morning I woke up with about a dozen all down the left side of my face, from ear to throat. What a sight. Fortunately my vanity level at this point is below zero. I am caring only for comfort and to heck with how I look. So much for my fashionista style. It will reappear when we hit Miami (I hope).
I have already mentioned that my friends visited the doctor in Montecristi and got a shot in the butt which seemed to help for a few days. But unlike me they are not covering themselves up at night. I pull on my NYC jeans, my long sleeved shirt, socks and runners and guess what, I don’t get bitten! Bare legs, shorts and sandals is not the way to go when you are suffering so much that you stay up half the night crying and swearing.
I pull the covers over my head, put my night mask back on and fall back asleep.
Hasta la vista, baby!
poor sole
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