fuck you spez
Now that that's out of the way, here's an exclusive Lemmy update on my horrible life with more questions.
After the last post, upon the advice of Lemmy, I put everything in trash bags, showered, and left with new clothes in shopping bags.
I changed into the new clothes in a Starbucks, at which the employees suspected I was an intravenous drug user and asked me if I was okay through the door, likely with Narcan in hand.
I told them I was fine, just washing my hands (which made no sense because I had been loudly placing things into garbage bags and opening sealed clothing packets in an echoey room without any water running). Then I continued to put more things in garbage bags, concealed slyly in large branded bags from Target.
Yes, they all thought I was a homeless junky, but it was actually much worse, and after over 10 minutes I emerged in a new sexy outfit, terrified that the police were being called, then grabbed my Frappachino and ran out.
I managed to get to the bus just in time.
All the bags were frozen for days and the contents washed. Everything was salvageable except my alarm clock radio which only plays static now and blinks strangely. It did not like being frozen and washed.
Since then, I have noticed 1 additional bite. I do not know if it was there before. I am terrified. Multiple days have passed since then, but it doesn't prove I am safe since bed bugs can go days without feeding. If it turns out I still have them and may have spread them, I will deal with that guilt and agony when I know for sure.
I back with my friend but am now rethinking my approach, contemplating that I should have stayed at the bed bug place.
I did not end the tenancy when I left but did keep the cashier's check that was the rent. I am still unsure of what to do.
I have a family member who is slowly dying in that area, I work remotely and expect I could lose my job any month, they've already gutted 90 percent of the department and I would expect other jobs will be next. I have survived many rounds of layoffs however. This family member lives in a small place and is somewhat crazy. I may not be able to see them if I am not in the area.
My credit has also taken a nosedive, so it will be very hard for me to rent something new. I'm considering going back and suffering instead of looking for something cheap here. I could probably get someone to cosign if I did look for a new place. I know no one in this area except my one friend who is not very social.
My head is completely messed up, even more than it was before. In the last post, people responded about the psychological devastation bed bugs cause. I am already there: 2 days of bed bugs and suddenly fleeing and I am on pins and needles, my normally mildly crazy brain gone extra bonkers with what ifs, fear, and suffering.
I am considering going back. The landlord won't tell me how many treatments have been done in the past year. This seems concerning. I don't know what to do. They did however do treatments to the room immediately after bed bugs were found, they said. I didn't feel like they didn't take it seriously, but am not entirely sure the building isn't crawling with them all over in other rooms.
What would you do if you were me? Please, tell me Lemmy.
(in conclusion fuck spez)
as someone who is naive, ridiculous, and privileged, I'm going to say... i abstain.