Katy and I have done about twenty-five loads of laundry in the past four days. We had some unexpected visitors arrive with Qavah; lice. Last Friday night just before sending Qavah home with Julie, I took Qavah’s hair out of the little bun that had been in it since the day we got her, and lurking in that nice cozy place were lice. Julie stopped at Wal-mart and bought a product to help with that but it didn’t phase those lice. The next day there were even more lice than before the treatment. I had worked several hours on the nits but the day after that, there were even more. Then a quick inspection of Katy’s head and mine revealed the unthinkable! After our treatment, Katy and I have been lice-free for two days now. I have been washing, boiling, ironing, cleaning, vacuuming, and trying all kinds of online recipes for ridding Qavah of this problem. A few days ago we cut Qavah’s hair shorter, but finally Paul said, “Qavah, I think it is time to get rid of your hair!” She is adorable with or without hair. And now she is definitely “without” hair. We see her doctor tomorrow and will discuss the infestation. We have never experienced lice before, and I hope this will be the last of them.
In other news, Katy was able to join us for dinner tonight and her grandparents were here for a harp lesson and dinner. The Imuran is helping Katy make it to the next Remicade treatment. Although her pain level is high especially during and after a meal, her inflammation, reflux, hives, and electrolytes are much better controlled. We are so thankful for that. When Katy started experiencing the first signs of needing a treatment I thought, “This will be a long seven days!” But with pain medication and all the laundry keeping us busy, the time has gone quickly.
My title, “So Far,” means that ten years ago I would have really stressed out over the lice. I have come so far. It is a lot of work, but it isn’t life threatening. It is an inconvenience, but I’m eventually going to win. HPS has some miserable health issues associated with it, but because of it I have learned to look at everything else with less dread. I was talking to a builder recently with a very strong southern accent. I was telling him about the complication of trying to work on our air conditioning unit in the attic. He suggested a couple of ways to get into the attic to access the unit and suddenly said, “You ain’t gotta worry about that. It ain’t nothin’ but a thang.” As soon as he said it I liked it! While I am after the microscopic enemy in our home I’ve really been able to say, “It ain’t nothin’ but a thang.”Comments: