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Nasty crawling things

10 Jun

Interrupting Bordercon because my notebook is still hiding somewhere.

We got home to discover Otto scratching her head. Yes, even though the Nits Note came home from the Bigster’s class, Otto was the one with the side effects.

Monday night was all about hair. I got the hippie stuff for Otto’s hair, which meant I had to completely cover her scalp with it, then comb her hair with the nit comb. Lots of eggs and a few nasty crawling things. Ugh. I re-did it a couple of times, then let it dry while I checked the Bigster. Didn’t find anything, but still had her wash her hair with the how-many-chemicals-can-we-fit-into-one-bottle shampoo. (She hadn’t been combing her hair over the weekend, so there was no way I was going to be able to comb it out before she washed it). I got Fraser to use the shampoo too, as I think it always makes sense to treat the entire family.

Tuesday was better.  Used the combing solution on Otto and found almost nothing. Attacked the Bigster with the (cleaned and disinfected) nit comb and found nada. Jumped in the shower with Otto and treated myself, just in case.

When I say “Better”? It still took three hours.

I am washing everything they wear on their upper bodies, as well as pillowcases and towels.

Because the prospect of scratching on the plane? Euuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

 

Weirdly, I think this is the third time over 4 or 5 years that my kids have got nits around the Queens Birthday weekend. This must be the peak time or something.

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2 Comments

Posted by on June 10, 2009 in children, health, parenting

 

2 responses to “Nasty crawling things

  1. James C.

    June 15, 2009 at 4:47 pm

    Ah yes… nit season. I’m patiently waiting for the scratching to start. I have the medicated shampoo and nit combs ready.

    However, I’m hopeless at checking the kids hair. I can’t see the nits or the bloody eggs. Sharon just zeroes in on them.

     
    • Melissa

      June 15, 2009 at 6:42 pm

      You and Fraser both – it must be the male gene.

      That, or the unfulfilled need for glasses.

      The good news is, I nuked the family again on Sunday night, and found precisely 3 eggs on Otto, and nothing crawling anywhere. I guess all the combing was worth it.

       

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