Today, if I don't write, I may cry.
Last Monday, I decided to join a theater troupe focused solely on the horror genre. It has always been a dream of mine. I was so drawn to the story--- A housewife begins her quest to rid her children of alien invaders that crawl and creep in the night. She spends her waking hours ridding the home of everything that might invite them in. She toils in the recesses of every hidden place, making sure not a spot is left unattended should they be hiding in their pre-adult, microscopic form. She researches their kind and learns their weaknesses.
In one scene, she goes to the local health food store determined to fight these things from all sides employing all avenues of substances with medicinal value. One of the items on her list, she learns, is a controlled substance (thanks, Dr. Oz, for the recommendation). Just the thought of her home being surrounded by ATF officers makes her chuckle. She imagines herself shouting, "Come any closer and they will get you too!" as they approach and then retreat in fear.
Armed with papaya seeds, pumpkin seeds, honey, banana liquid, pineapple, pickles, and garlic, she fights them relentlessly. I was a bit disappointed in her costuming. It more resembles a HAZMAT suit, rather than the likes of Prada, Versace, or Ralph Lauren. It is a species battle of epic proportions.
She plans and prays, attacks, and retreats. It seems they might get the upper hand when... (I still don't know the ending).
I sure wish I could say that it was all fiction... however, it is the absolute, parasite-crawling-world-we-live-in truth. We have been battling pinworms. I know what I am saying. Parasites people. G-r-o-s-s.
***leaving space for you to shudder***
And just so you know, you could have them too. Comforting isn't it?
Did you know that these things are living in millions of Americans? Most people are asymptomatic. Children are the most likely to carry them in their intestines. If your kiddos are waking at night and irritable, pinworms may be to blame. I had always heard of these things and I clearly remember a time when I was sure Andrew had them. He didn't. Now that there are seven of us to make the odds of reinfection soar higher and higher, he does (along with almost everyone else).
Then on top of it all, all the boys have had strep throat and the girls, ear infections.
So pray for us. And if you ever need support from someone who has been in the trenches with these things, I am your girl.
One day, the real-life creatures that stalk us will be defeated and it will all be like a bad dream. ~ see Rev. 21
~My next post should have cute pictures, so stay tuned!