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[cellio]

Ok, you. Out of my brain! Now!

We got email this morning from a recent houseguest whose family turned up with head lice the day after they visited. Oh joy. From our interactions with the affected individuals, and their interactions with our furniture and our subsequent interactions with said furniture in the next 24 hours, we're probably fine. But now I itch.

When I got home from work I vacuumed all the relevant furniture and then took a flea comb to my hair. (Hey, having cats can be handy -- it's a much finer comb than anything I have that's designed for my hair.) Nothing. I had Dani do his and he turned up empty. (I was concerned that lice might be small enough that I wouldn't be able to see them.) It's been 24 hours, and we're avoiding the living-room furniture tonight just in case. So really, we should be fine.

So could my brain please stop with the sympathetic or psychosomatic itching, darnit? This is getting old.

Comments

[kyleri]

I suggest distractification. Go do something highly interesting, or vaguely annoying, or something.

And good luck.

[cellio]

Thanks. Currently I'm reading LJ. :-) But the next episode in the Blake's 7 set is one I remember as being very very good, so maybe I should just go watch it now... ("City on the Edge of the World", in case you're wondering.)

[indigodove.livejournal.com]

The good news is that you are pretty unlikely to pick this up. I had a couple of near-misses with lice while still social working.

The psychosomatic itching is almost harder to conquer ;-) It DOES go away. Distractions are a good idea,

Good luck!

[dr-zrfq.livejournal.com]

Oh lordie. I am *so* with you there. We had a similar encounter many many years ago, which really messed up our lives for months...

[kyleri]

Ooh, that ought to do nicely. :)