Please tell me that every time I get bitten it means they're closer to dying....(10 posts)
I'm sorry for yet another post, but it's the only thing I can think of right now to alleviate my (VERY HIGH) anxiety. I'm sitting at my dining room table, where I KNOW there were bugs, because the chairs where one of the places the dog alerted. I've been here nearly the entire day (since like 8 this morning) and just a little while ago I felt a pin prick on my wrist...I pulled back my sleeve and didn't see anything, but when I scratched it, it got red and when I looked at the spot with my high-powered flashlight I saw a pinhole...now the spot its burning like crazy. It's definitely a bite. I had my second treatment on Wednesday, they used Bedlam on all the chairs and the table. I'm now thinking the bugs are in my hardwood floors. (You know, the ones with a million crevices that make excellent harborages for bbs? Right, that kind of floor). I don't see on the PCO's docs that they ever treated the floor at all. The bed, the dressers, the table, the couch, my armchair (neither of which I ever sit on since the bbs, so as not to spread them there.) This is the second or third time I've been bitten in while at my table since the PCO was here. That is, 2 or 3 SEPARATE times. And, I realized this morning I have a number of bites on my face, as well, that must have happened when I was sleepting. So what I need to know from SOMEONE, anyone with knowledge, is when I get bitten, does that mean they are crossing poison and will eventually die? Please someone tell me that's what's happening. I thought that after the second treatment they'd mostly be dead. I've tried to read as much as possible, but I guess I'm not getting it. I just would have thought this constant biting would have abated by now. I'm about to lose it (again...getting SO boring, I know.) Thank you to whoever answers.
I am of no help with your questions but I just wanted to let you know I understand the anxiety. In many ways I think that may be the worse part. I barely slept last night and everytime I feel anything on my skin I jump right away to looking. I hope you are able to get rid of them.
Hi, PIM...so sorry you're here, but thanks for understanding....we're (those of us here and others who have lived through this nightmarish hell) the only ones who do. ITA - the anxiety IS the worst part. Never in my life have I experienced anything remotely resembling anxiety attacks. And these past few weeks I've gotten them nearly every single day. Every time I realize I've been bitten, it sets off a chain reaction that leaves me literally physically shaking...in fact, I was out on my porch a minute ago, and felt a sharp pain on my ankle...yep, sure enough, another bite. Then you think "did it just happen? No, it doesn't work that way...so where/when did I get bit?" When you add that part to the equation, that is, the lag time between when you get bit and when you actually notice the bite, well, it's enough to drive one abso-[expletive deleted]-lutely insane. I experience despair everyday, and search my body incessantly for new bites. Insane, but true. I hope you're able to rid yourself of your beasts, as well. Good luck!
Like pim and yourself I'm a newbite crawling the boards of this (just when we need it the most) empathetic website.
I'm experiencing so much of what yr posting too--post 2.5 treatments. I type 2.5 because my last treatment consisted of spraying the frame of my bunkbeds in the bedroom and my couch in the front room. This treatment was done by a K9 team I hired about a month ago. The handler was a former exterminator with one of the big companies in nyc. Before he bought the dog. His dog alerted (obviously) at the 2 fore-mentioned spots. He came back the next morning--early before I left for work and did a mini-treatment with Alpine and Bedlam spray--no charge.
If you can find my threads....post treatment: Do bedbugs hibernate only to return.....you might feel I'm experiencing alot of what you are. What troubles me is more about all the uncertainties attached to bb infestations. Too many variables lead me to believe that bedbugs have something that resembles a certain INTELLIGENCE! How's that for an idiotic thought.
TRY and keep it together. I know Bstd [expletive deleted] suckers suck. We know that for a fact.
Yes, I get anxious. But remember....this is not the Big C. and--what doesn't kill you might cure you. Maybe, just maybe there is light at the end of the tunnel and something cathartic will come of these
insufferable circumstances. And believe me--no one ever called me POLLYANNA!!!
Here's hoping that some old timers on the forum can offer you something more than empathy.
I know you appreciate empathy but jeese louise, enoughs enough, huh?
Hi, bedbugsuptown. I read some of your posts, and I SO feel your pain...the thing is, I'm not so much afraid of them hybernating or anything, I'm afraid of either (a) the treatment failing altogether, or (b) the bbs just hanging out waiting till the chemical coast is clear, then coming to get me. Yep, how's that for a rational train of thought? And this fear is exacerbated by the creepy-crawly feelings and numerous small bites I'm having a full week after my second treatment. I don't know if you're experiencing something similar, and if you are I am VERY sorry. It's SO unnerving and upsetting to put on an article of clothing and feel something moving around on you...blech!! It's probably time to put in a call to the exterminator - I'm sure they will be SO happy to hear from me again - NOT! But too effing bad...I want to make sure the third treatment is a real treatment, and not just a "spot" treatment like one of the kids that came for the first treatment told me it would be.
Ita 100%, btw, that it is the uncertainties about bbs that reduce one to an anxiety-ridden nut job! In fact, today, I'm coming home from NYC on the bus, sleeping like I usually do. Suddenly I feel a sharp, stabbing pain on my knee (I had a skirt on). It was SO sharp that it literally woke me up, and my entire body jumped! I know I scared the lady sitting next to me, you should have seen the look on her face! A penny-sized welt formed immediately, and I just looked at it and it looks like the redness is spreading all over my knee. I have no idea if this is bb-related, but it incited me to absolute panic, and it seemed like it took an eternity for the bus to get to my stop. The minute I got home I put my suit and everything else I was wearing in the PackTite, and bagged my shoes and bag. This level of fear and anxiety is really taking a toll on me. My hair is actually falling out, in clumps! Sleep? Maybe next year....sigh.
I'm actually in the midst of trying to figure out if I have something else in addition to bbs - mites, maybe, because some of the bite patterns are very un-bb-like. Whatever it is, I'm just praying that it will be resolved soon. Because enough IS enough, and I can't take much more.
I sincerely hope that your bb issues are at an end, and that you can enjoy some peace. And I SO hope you're right, and that something cathartic will come from this - although if anything, it will probably be getting rid of most/all of my stuff and living with 2 pairs of pants that will NOT shrink in the dryer and some sneakers....oops, I meant flip flops - easier to de-bb...lol
Hey mam417. I love your spirit--you crack me up lol! Through all of these insufferable/ buggyf*uckin' EVENTS we still have ATTITUDE!!! Remain smug--never let that dry sense of humor dry-up. Let's drink to the freaky waxy coat of armor bestowed on cilectus whatever dries up.
During a call to my PCO I was instructed to spread a heavier-than-usual solution of Murphy's Oil Soap all over my wood floors in the bedroom. I sloshed the Murphy's around good. I pushed the bunk beds into the middle of the room and got down on the floor with my soapy pail and a cut piece of one of the old gym towels I'd snagged years ago (better than a mop!)
Back to the kitchen for a fresh solution and back to the battle to re-take the bedroom. Moved the bed back to it's place toward the EAST WALL AND MADE DAMN SURE IT WAS FAR ENOUGH AWAY FROM THE BASEBOARD TO BE SAFELY "ISOLATED" I continued this process of moving my three-yes- three dressers (my daughter shops!) around until the entire floor-- every crack/crevice/and gap where floor meets wall had it's own waxy coat right and good. The PCO explained that the Murphy's dries up that waxy coat that protects the bbs. STRIKE 2. I don't know about the rest of the world but this PCO said that it was against the LAW to chemically treat a wood floor!
"Is it some kind of FELONY to treat the floors," I asked
Answer: "I can not treat your floors"
I didn't bother to ask why his chemical treatment did not have the IPM protocol. I didn't bother because I am now sure that 'in the beginning' I was clueless about INTEGRATED PEST MANAGEMENT. I've come to believe that IPM means that the PCO didn't show up with a steamer and a Hep-Vac. period. BTW- helping one's self to several gym towels might be a class D Misdemeanor, you think? Well they proved very effective in slopping down the bedroom
REALLY sorry about your horrendous bus ride home. Just awful. That is exactly the kind of thing I experienced ONCE--sitting on my coach after bringing some of my bags of clothes up to the roof of my building because I had NO CLUE what was where. I confessed my dilemma to the owner of my local laundromat--which he deeply appreciated-- and felt the need to put some order into the laundry before I turned it over to the him. That was a path well chosen as he treated the wash cycle with some stuff of his own before they went into the driers.
The second incident happened while I was online and my newly purchased PackTite was cooking a load of clothes 2 feet from the stool that I sat on. I usually choose the 4hr. setting. Suddenly. ATTACK -on my back. Felt like I was pricked with a very fine needle. I put my hand under my shirt and lightly scratched. Into the bathroom with a hand mirror--a necessity when checking ones back and HORROR- two closely situated small bites somewhere under my shoulder blade-yes-hard to reach. And the bites were red with blood. What the F*uck.
But I'm not seeing any bbs in the wood frame of the bed when I lift the mattresses up for a peak. Since my thumbs-up inspection from Boot-A-Pest I have not lifted the mattresses off of the bunks. I think I might this weekend. See if there are anymore of those tell-tale/scratchy lookin' fecal markings. If they are fresh they should smear like mascara. It's not too hard to bring the mattresses to the floor but I need some leverage from 2 of my dressers to re-load the upper bunk!
mam417, I have actually acquired more than I've disposed of-- throughout my battle of the bugs. FOR REAL. When I say acquired I mean bb paraphernalia. It's good to de-clutter; the old out with the old...but it made me so sad that you think that over-the-rainbow may mean 2 pairs of pants that will NOT shrink in the dryer and a pair of flip-flops.
Please feel free to give me some info on your treatments. My two main treatments were only $500.00.
I'm not 100% sure that I can claim the name nobugsonme like our wise and gracious host who, btw had a thermal treatment. My PCO only treated my bedroom because he realized It would take me a month to bag my front room--would have likely been at least another $500 if he'd treated the front room.
As for the strange tingles under my clothes and the sharp biting incidents-- for know I will chalk it up to oversensitive skin. The chemicals applied to the apartment/whatever the laundromat fellow treated my jeans and shirts with etc. Also, sitting near the PackTite on the computer and the hot sun that shined on that August afternoon on my roof.
Thankfully these sensations seem to be waning some. Rather than baby-sitting my PackTite while it bakes I've taken to plugging it in before I leave for work.
Let me know how things progress--all the best,
Hi, bedbugsuptown. I saw this last night, but I was just too drained to try and write anything coherent. Yea, my sense of humor is usually how I deal with things - try not to take them too seriously, make a joke of it, diminish it so it's easier to deal with. And I am the queen of attitude - a trait I see you share and appreciate, lol...But with this re-infestation, my sense of humor has taken a serious hit, and my normal in-your-face-and-die attitude (which usually has served me well) has been m.i.a.
The reason I went with the "two-pairs-of-pants-and-flip-flops" is because I messed up, and now probably have bags of clothes with bbs in them. SO stupid. I was sure that I had re-infested myself when I opened a bag I THOUGHT was "clean"...a day later, a welt. So when the new PCO came for my second course of treatment, I left the bags open, thinking that any bbs could come out to eat me, cross poison, and DIE. BAD idea, as it turns out. What an idiot. I wasn't thinking (haven't for a while). I went to put something on that had been in one of those bags - and that I had PackTited for an hour at over 130 - and ended up getting bit. Now I fear I will either have to throw everything away, or Vikane everything. Or, buy the PackTite Closet and cook everything beyond recognition. But I'm afraid of that, as well - what if it doesn't work again? It's possible I just did something wrong, because from what I've read, the PackTite totally works on bbs. David James said maybe it wasn't bbs, and to try and catch one so we could figure out wtf was going on. But I'm just too exhausted to go through that. And that would mean putting on the clothes in the bags....I don't even know if I'm making any sense right now. I just know I'm living in a one BR apt with bags EVERYWHERE, and I am SO over it. I know I'm just whining, but in Jan 2010 I was literally homeless, due to this lovely economy. Finally got a job and an apartment, and this crap happens. It's just wrong, and I fight the "why me" feeling every minute. Ridiculous.
As for my treatment, the first PCO used a mix of like 7 or 8 different things, and steamed my couch, chair, and other items. I can't remember the exact names of things they used. This one use Transport, Gentrol, and Bedlam on the first treatment, and the same stuff on the second treatment, just in a different way. The third treatment is next Wed, and I don't know exactly what they will use, although I believe it will be more of the same. The first course of treatment was like $1200 - $1300, and the second one I negotiated down to $1000...but that doesn't include the multiple times I've had the dog in, because after my first course of treatment I was still getting bit, and we couldn't figure out where that was happening. Like I said, we suspect they were at my job. But who the f knows???
OMG - I've had that "wtf is on my back" thing, also! That was during my FIRST infestation...Now it seems that they're enjoying my legs, except when I'm in my car - which I appear to have also infested - and then they like my arms. I have a hardwood floor, as well, and gave serious consideration to doing the Murphy's Oil Soap thing. But just reading your description of the HUGE job it was exhauted me. I give you a lot of credit for tackling it. If I can figure out where to put the stupid bags, I may muster up the energy to do that myself. As for the gym towels, aren't you SUPPOSED to take them? I thought it was like those hotel towels...um, right??? lol...except I probably will NEVER stay in a hotel again, so......
The thing that sucks the absolute WORST is that I'm about to have to break the sad news to my daughter that I won't be able to make my granddaughter's 2nd birthday party (they live in Virginia Beach). I just can't risk bringing these hideous monsters to her home. OMFG - if one of these things bit my granddaughter because of me...well, I won't go there....
I'm glad you got the all clear from Boot-A-Pest. With KQ on the job, or even one of his associates, I would feel very confident with their assessment that you're bb-free. I WISH he could come to NJ - I've SO considered PM-ing him, and begging, luring him maybe with cases of Milanos or something...lol....But I'll just have to wait it out, and pray for the best...and figure out what to do with all these freaking bags.....
Best of luck to you. I'm glad that the creepy-crawly sensations have gotten less for you, it's so disgusting to feel that way. And I pray that you're done with these things and can start to live normally again. You've certainly earned it!
Hello mam147, yes mam, your a funny lady regardless of what I like to call [i]the troubles.[i]They went on for YEARS, remember? Your's willnot.Look, I'm not about to put out a DPA on you-and actually we are disturbed persons, however, (forgive me, I've not yet read the bulk of your posts, and congrats/sorry for your updated junior member status) but please, tell me, are you seeing any bugs (like adults?-- I think I caught a young nymph in early august....garsh! Wish that I were one a those documentators) You mentioned reading my posts--I've caught and bagged 4 of the mtf's. One died on the way into the bag. Got stuck on my fingernail and as I desperately struggled to detach the sucker and fling em' in the bag his poor wittle head got bashed in the struggle!
I'm pretty damn sure my bbs are first generation Puerto Ricans! My daughter unwittingly brought them back after a 4 day jaunt with a medium sized carry-on. When she finally unpacked (nag, nag, well I don't know where all your stuff goes) circa nine days later, she began getting bit-pretty bad- in the lower bunk. Jeez Louise, sorry about Virginia Beach. Something is not Right!(I keep thinking about Miss Clavel--sorry) So you think your car may be infested therefore you would have to take a bus to Virginia. And after you've locked up your apartment I guess you'd have to-yikes- strip naked, preferably somewhere that would afford you privacy- bag the rags you chose to exit in(and mark the bag with a "B" cause yr gonna tie and chuck it. Then open the at-least-4hrs-PacTited clothes your taking to Virginia (did you buy XX lg Ziplocks....their grrreat!) change and call a cab to take you to the Port Authority. Uhg! Might be easier to send a card and gift and do the Murphy's thing.
This situation is like TOTALLY outrageous. I rotated 2 pairs of jeans and a couple o shirts alll summer long. And I did worry about my work space and the people around me. I work in a church--yep--RC and I was able to dress-down. I also was able to tell the pastor, his sister(she's the live-in cook) and anyone else, priest or civilian that I cared to share my MESS with just what the F*ucks going on in my life. The Pastor's kinda cool, a real punster (and a mildly functioning alchoholic) and no one seemed the least bit concerned for themselves OR the rectory. I do believe there is never 100% certainty regarding how the suckers operate....but given the timing and lack of complaints in my building I'm still fairly certain about Puerto Rico. Would love to be politically incorrect for a moment but I'll not be indicted for a "hate crime". Besides, my point of view is never to be hurtful-- it's just a colorful way of expressing yourself,lol (I hope)!
So seriously, how have you handled your situation at work, especially in light of the fact that you suspect that YOUR troubles started there. Are you inclined to keep it on the low? If that's the case and your right...well then you need a Mc Guffin get it? That's a word Alfred Hitchcock made up for the 'thing' that drives the plot. You gotta find a Mc Guggin @ work to MAKE SOMETHING HAPPEN--like a corporate driven PCO. Then maybe you can work on the car and the apartment$$$$$!!! and, with a little more patience, resolve this holocaust. I would never have gotten through this without
Xanex and cigarettes. I know its a shame, but I'm being honest.
It my be a coincidence or it could be kismet. I was shooting my regular.... catching the eye of my bagel guy with the I'm-late-for-work-look. It worked which freed me up to admire the great work on the arm of the kid in front of me-- beautiful tattoo, a full blown sleeve. Turns out I'm flirting with the son of my PCO lol! This resulted in my calling my former PCO, Phil, from Pac. He's been in the business for decades and since the bedbug epidemic began that's all he does. I don't trust his dog Gracie however. She didn't alert once. Phil left assuring me I did not have BB's. I was not comfortable with this. The first move I'd made was to call for a dog from a random hit on the web. The dog alerted ONCE in the bedroom but I couldn't STAND the rep. and through dumb luck a super I know put me onto Phil.(Hope Boot-A-Pest Bobby's right) Here is a list of the chemicals he laid down:
1. Steri-Fab (was told by my 3rd K9 handler/ex-exterminator--that ones a lite-weight.
4.Bedlam--everyone knows bedlam, that's the story of our current life.
5.Gentrol-a growth regulator; disrupts the bugs growth and development. It's a look-a-like hormone
I'd like to see the industry raise Dr. Mengele from hell for a good cause. Let him cook-up something to genetically alter the bugB*stards and kill all the Bitches. Or screw up their chromosomes so the little nymphs are born with trisomy13 and are too fractured to even attempt a firstbite. They should all disappear like that Greek nymph Echo. If you can't get KQ to come to NJ--and it is worth a try--my guy Phil will treat you. I'm also amazingly TECNOCHALLENGED so if you want to go this route ask nobugs how to pm me. It's funny, I think were from the same generation.... I gotta granddaughter; don't see her much but that's another story.
Thanks for your prayers, keep 'em coming. Hope this post contains some answers to all that I pray for you kindred spirit. Goodnite!
OMFG...I didn't even realize I had "graduated"...now that is scary. Obvi I've been on here waaaaay too much, lol...but as I think I've already said, it's one of the few things that has kept me sane, so I'll be sucking around for the freaking duration....
Bedbugsuptown, you make me LAUGH!!! And that is SO rare lately, so I really really appreciate it. That SO sucks that your daughter may have brought them home from a trip. Totally sucks...and mom gets stuck doing all the work. Isn't it always the way? You're SO lucky your work is so understanding. The issue for me is that I do temp work, so I'm at different sites all the time. Except for the one site where I think I may have brought them home from...there, of course, I was for weeks....figures, right??? I actually had my PCO contact the management, because I feared being blacklisted (yep, they do that) if I said anything. They were like "oh, we don't have a problem, what are you talking about?" NICE. That's why these disgusting things are spreading all over NYC faster than anything...I absolutely told the people I was working with what I suspected, although they, too, were underwhelmed. At least I tried. Most of the people there figured I was a bad OCD case or something, because I put my bag in a zip lock every day, just to be safe....and it still may not have been enough. WTF???? Anyway, thanks for the offer of your PCO info. I may have to take you up on it. Can you even believe I'm still getting the creepy crawlies? Over a WEEK after the last treatment???? What is that about?? Might be a reaction to chemicals...I actually hope it's only that. And I just wish I didn't have all these stupid bags of clothes to take care of....like I said, SO dumb. My significant other actually was dumb enough to go there tonight "so you were treated but what if there's bugs in the bags?" What a moron. Oh, thanks SO much, I would have NEVER thought of that on my own....arghhhh!!! Why do men state the obvious as if they're sharing the secret to curing cancer or something???? The lucky thing is that most of it is too small for me, thank you f*%&ng bedbugs, so I wouldn't be able to wear it for awhile anyway. I actually bought some new fat clothes, so I'll wear those for now. I'm probably just going to put the plastic bags in bins with strips, and just let them cook. I might still get the whole mess Vikaned or something, but I do not have the money for that now, so bins it is. I have GOT to get this crap out of my way, because everytime I look at it I want to scream.
You know, I considered going through all those contortions you described to try and get down to Virginia Beach, but then realized it was just too much. And I just couldn't be sure I wasn't carrying a hitchhiker. And I absolutely could NOT risk bringing these things with me. So today I broke the news to my daughter. She told me she wasn't angry, just "sad". That put me over the edge...good thing we were texting, so she didn't know I was crying. I HATE BBS!!!!! Did I mention that???? So you're a grandma too? It's likely we are of similar ages. How old is your grandchild? It's so hard when they don't live close, isn't it?? I miss them like crazy!
I'm SO with you on Dr. Mengele...or something! They just HAVE to come up with something that won't put you in the poor house. I mean, wtf is the point of having your place treated if you end up homeless because you spent all your money on treatment and now can't pay the damned rent????
I'm so sorry you have to be here, because it means you've been afflicted by these hideous beasts. But I'm SO glad to be "talking" to you...it's been a bright spot in my day! I'll continue to pray...for both of us and for all the good people on here who are struggling with this nightmare! Good night!
I LOVE THIS PLACE.....instead of PackTiting we're CRACKIN' EACH OTHER UP. As if I didn't have ENOUGH cracks in my head and my friggn' FLOORS. whf, it's an edumacation. I'm learning about bed bugs AND becoming a better writer. Can it get any better? I'm a betterbugger for it, right on.
Hmm...significant other. Uptown here it's just me and Gretchen my hairball cat! She was supposed to be my daughter's but you know how that goes. "DonCha wanna take Gretchen to Bklyn honey" "Mom, you know Gretchen has always been YOUR CAT. And just like your worries about hitchhikers and your family in Virginia...I can't PackTite Gretchen but I would if I could. And I still feel a bit buggy, all this time on the laptop my wrists and fingers are twinging, wtf IS that. STATIC ELectricity emanating from the warmth of my cozy lap-top. Should I knit it a tea-cozy? I sew but I don't KNIT and I doubt that would change a damn thing. I just KNOW THAT I've never experienced the twinges--EVER (before the bedsuckers). Really, it's time to take the turn-my-brain-off med. Catchya later.... are you seeing anything or is it just fear of the bags? After receiving my PackTite we (me and PackTite) had a good run. Even put my clothes in the dresser that ZERO of 3 dogs did not alert to. I think the 3 $dogs$ are zero's. And for all her FLUFF (literally) I do love her. And I SO love my 22 year old babygurl.
I didn't raise my grandaughter's mother. It's sad but my other daughter's not over it yet. I was just a kid myself--the usual Lifetime story line. But the ending is kinda flat. That's life.
Don't get me wrong this INFESTATION crap and the OCD wondering made me NUTS for a good long time. If I wasn't reading(didn't post till recently) I was checking the mostly the lower bunk I sleep in.
Putting every shady speck I picked up under the loup. It's my little lab at the north end of the dresser. What I don't get Is KQ confidence in his visuals. My loupe is powerful and I haven't found anything that is 1 f*ing meter in lengh that I can with any kind of certainty call an egg. That's where I draw the line with KQ...maybe I should buy a good LSD flash light...that's what I called em for the longest time. Cant keep up wiht all the damn acronyms...but btw I get better by the day.
Meds are kickin in and work tomorrow.Gotta get some shut-eye and any second this post will be full o typos and ther'll be no snorkling belly laughs (lol ) and I"ll be pissed that I cant type onces the benzo
kicks in and I can't seem to hit the right keys. Ur SO Dumbo-- as s0 with me....
Agin we'll really talk tturkey tomooroww ar Saturday--THGIF
goodnite funny- lady I'm doe....Lord Jesus protect us from all anxiouty;Send dowN The H0lyspirit to give us more strengh.
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