I was hoping this blog was going to die down again. When things are quiet there is nothing to write about. But that doesn't seem to be the case.
A few days ago, the weather was warm here, so I opened the windows and opened my front door slightly. Just enough to let my dogs go in and out. I was working on the computer and I noticed a fly on my screen. No big deal. I knew it had come through the opened door. I shooed it away with a mental note to get the fly swat out later and kill it. I shooed this fly away a few times as I worked. It eventually went away and was completely forgotten about.
Hours later, we had gone to bed. The light was off and I was adjusting my pillows. Something bit me on the bend of my right arm. I felt the bite, but it barely hurt. Before I could move my hand to check my arm it was burning like it was on fire! My first thought was a spider bite. I went to brush it off and I heard it as it buzzed by my head. Was it that same fly? Had a fly bitten me this bad? My arm continued to burn for a little bit. The next morning, I had a large swollen area where something had bitten or stung me. I got out my flashlight and checked it to make sure I didn't see two tiny punctures indicating a spider bite. To my relief, it had only one mark. This place itched like crazy. I couldn't scratch the area because that arm has lymphedema.
Later that day, I was in the kitchen when I saw this "killer fly" in my window over the sink. I yelled for my husband to come and kill it. I watched as it flew behind the curtain on the left side of the sink. When he got there, we couldn't find it. I even removed the curtains and checked them thoroughly. There was nothing there. I was feeling frustrated as my husband and I walked into the dining room. I know what I saw and there was no way it just vanished. We sat down at the kitchen table. Just as we sat down this stupid fly buzzed around my head! My husband saw it this time. After it left me it flew straight into our bedroom and the light bulb blew just as it entered the room. What the heck, right?
Later that same evening, my son, came to me and told me he had seen the dark shadow in our house again. My heart fell to my feet. I'm not ready for another battle. I'm still caring for my mother with dementia. I have my hands completely full. I honestly feel beaten already.
