I feel a lot better today. A LOT. I'm still swollen but my like, lymph nodes are no longer so stuffed with dead white cells that they are HARD. That's really no fun.
I will say, after seeing that ONE dying cockroach heading away from me earlier this week, I have not seen a single ONE. I kind of mentally thought at it, "Oh yea, cockroach, I'm not even going to bother KILLING you. Because no matter how evil you look, guess what. We are EQUALS. We are both going to die."
My first therapist (she was kinda kooky at times but in a good way) told me when I bought the crack house that I was not going to have roaches and they were attracted to a "specific kind of frequency." I did not get roaches there (although to be fair, I didn't test out her theory, I had exterminators come once a month for a year.)
But, I think I have figured it out. Cockroaches (IMHO) were gross, but I never really had them until the Tucson house and they were giant palmetto bugs. So I found them terrifying. But, I had gotten a lot older and more fearful by then, so like, you know, I had to Boric acid etc.
However, lately I am not super scared of much. I mean, let's face it, what is a cockroach gonna do, eat me? Turn me into one?
In any case ever since I beamed that message to the roach, they have retreated. I think the frequency that cockroaches like is FEAR.
Don't get me wrong I am still going to boric acid (or make the husband do it) but I'm gonna wait a bit to see if I even NEED to. Because I'm QUITE sure the roach I saw like, took that message back to his nest and lair and etc.
It's good to be heading toward two less problems, frankly. I hope this bleachy tooth pick thing continues to work because if I have to have gum grafting I will just DIE, etc.
Anna