Ah Fanabala! In case you never heard those words before, let me explain: they are a not very nice Italian-American expression. And it's what I've been yelling over here at the Bird's Nest for the past five days. Because this was NOT a very nice week.
If this were Facebook, I'd be dropping all kinds of cute words on you pretending my life is just one big, fantastic slice of heaven. But that's not me. I can't front like that. When I'm upset or something is wrong in my life, I'd rather put it out there. Somebody else may have gone what I'm going through or I may be able to help someone who's about to go through it. So here it is:
One of my girls caught lice from school. To most people this is an annoyance or a mildly unpleasant experience and nothing more. To me, this is a monumental horrific trigger that could end up with me being committed. It messes with my head in more ways than one. Lice are bugs. I know I jack around a lot about having panic attacks, OCD and phobias, but I seriously suffer from all three and the thought that bugs were on my kid's head, on her pillow, in her clothes, in my house, makes me crazy. Literally, crazy. Certifiable.
Needless to say the response I had to this discovery threw me into an all out OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) fit. I had an immediate panic attack and couldn't breathe. I started to freak out and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't calm down. Nothing The Husband said or did helped me and he didn't know what to do. So he called in the big guns: my mother. She came over and was able to talk me down (a bit). Believe it or not, my mom just happens to be an RN who started out her career working in a psychiatric hospital. Later in life after she had me and my brother and sisters, she decided to take a job as a school nurse. Having worked in both capacities she knew exactly what to do and how to help me. Thank God she came right over. I was absolutely petrified and paralyzed with fear. Before she got there I couldn't even calm down enough to sit down or touch anything in my house: I was convinced that everything had bugs crawling on it.
It's been quite a week! My hands are raw from washing them so much. My POOR, POOR kid's head is so sore from me obsessing on getting every single nit (imagined or otherwise) off of her head. No exaggeration, I think I went over her head a thousand times, pulling each strand of her hair, just to make sure there is nothing left. (It took me seven hours before I was satisfied the job was done.) I threw away every pillow in our entire house. I washed all the girls clothes, sweatshirts and coats, (even if they didn't wear them) and sanitized them. I tossed every single brush, head band, comb and hair ribbons my girls owned-out in the trash and made The Husband put the trash cans out down at the curb, because I couldn't handle thinking there were still close to our house. I threw away all of the sheets and the comforters on all the beds, just because I couldn't handle the thought of any of them possibly having any bugs on them. I had my cat dipped and then barricaded her in my room while I opened all the windows and sprayed poison all over the house. I would toss out all of the furniture too, but that's where The Husband drew the line.
The thought that the lice could possibly spread to MY head, has kept me up all night phantom itching and scratching and imagining all kinds of horrible things are crawling on me. This entire week, I made my mom come check my head, over and over and over again. While I cried and sprayed vile, filthy cusses out of my mouth in both Italian and English. I would say something particularly fowl and then immediately start apologizing to my Bible-toting, God-fearing, never uttered a cuss in her life-was- going-to-be-a-nun until she met my Dad mother! Thank God my momma loves me unconditionally and has a great sense of humor. Because she started laughing and said "I knew you had OCD, panic attacks and all of the other phobias but I didn't know you could add Tourette's to that list!" She has been so patient and kind and I realize without her tremendous support and help this week, I might just be sleeping in a hospital bed. (Which brings on a whole other bunch of phobias and fears but I'm not going to allow my mind to go there.)
This was a week I'd never, ever care to repeat. Unfortunately, the treatment of lice is not considered complete until the infected head is retreated with the shampoo, 7-10 days from the date of the first treatment. This is NOT what I wanted to hear. I can look forward to repeating this horrific pattern all over again, in another week from now. Cue the "Ah Fanabala!" And again, just like I said to mom, I'm sorry but I can't seem to stop the cusses from flowing whenever I think about this.
Has anyone else ever had to deal with head lice? How did you handle it? Did any of you start hyper-ventilating or cussing like a drunk Italian sailor? Anyone start getting itchy and scratch their head just from reading this post?
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