After Mexico : delirium tropical…

WARNING ! Photos buttocks not glam at all inside.

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Have you ever seen …
a butt merging with a cherry clafoutis? Itchy more than he eats?
I’ve experienced while returning from my trip to Mexico. A beautiful buttocks all corrupted. He scratched me so much that I could not help but proclaim it on my Facebook wall, supporting photographs.
Here they are if you are mentally shielded:

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162 stings in the last census. Legs and feet included. Surely more.
A torture to the point that I had both in tears and felt a powerfully pleasurable relief to each scraping.
The view from my hip alerted more than one: the mosquitoes would not be involved but would rather bed bugs … officials. This info has not fallen in deaf ears …
Insect that was almost unknown to me some time ago, I became unbeatable at present on the subject. 3 sleepless nights oblige. After spending a few hours clicking on any research regarding tack, tick and chigger another, I have not slept all night. Caught by the ghost of the insect vintage disappeared in France for 50 years and reappeared since the rise of international flights, I was mortified. Cape Fear, I saw and I scratched myself everywhere.
I got up at night to scrutinize suspicious lint on my towel, caught in the act nocturnal insects in full search of my little body to massacre. I searched under the mattress, the bed, the couch in the hallway around my business travel. But nothing. Following the advice of my friends to get rid of the parasite, I had already given my backpack to dry, washed and rewashed my clothes at 60 °, some thrown into the garbage business. The rest I have placed them in the freezer. Including 2 books to frosting. One of them was suspect: offered by a Mayan Mexican completely “borracha” that was sent while a cooler filled coranas on the beach. Proud that her feminist book she revered live his dream: being in Paris. I suspect she wanted to make me upside down, thinking of our European ancestors who introduced evil in America-infested blankets disease to decimate the population. And as revenge is a dish best served cold … there were already decapitated heads of red ants and crushed down the pages so why not bug eggs? And then she had me autographed “pendeja Viva Mexico!” which means “bitch” anyway.
Do not know how I should take it …

The next day, the doctor’s office management
He assures me that they are mosquito bites. So I show him my ass more telling than my feet, legs and arms. It gives me that bedbugs may be eventually involved …
– I was told I had to wash all my business at 60 ° to eliminate them.
– No need. Bedbugs prefer to stay hidden in their homes.
– But they would have died anyway in my backpack because of the temperature in the cargo hold, right? I read that bedbugs could die of cold -20 …
– Unfortunately, it resists the cold like a nuclear disaster.
– You are mixing with cockroaches …
– Oh yes …
– Bites appeared the day after my jungle trip. Excluding no bugs in the hammocks …
– So these are stink bugs.
– Uh …
After scrutineering, the stink bugs only attack plants, fruits and vegetables.
He took me for a pumpkin or something ?

Next nuit… 
♫♪ “J’ai mal à la tête. Et les punaises me guettent. Que faire dans un cas pareil ?

I called one of the centers of tropical diseases in Paris. He did not even ask me what country I stayed …
– Have you seen your doctor?
– Yes. He told me that they were bites wood …
– So no need to take RV home.
– No, but I called just to inquire. Because when your doctor tells you that you have been bitten by bed bugs woods, I think it is better to consult specialists …
– You have fever?
– No but …
– So no need to make an appointment. Have a good day.
I remain perplexed damn ….

At the chemist, the product prescribed by my doctor (a similar treatment of scabies) is out of production. Okay …
It therefore seeks another with similar virtues … but it is forbidden to asthmatics. Above, I have asthma. #lespiedsdansleplat
To limit the damage, it remains for me to apply the product in the courtyard of the building, because it takes a ventilated area with the air stream to avoid I breathe the product. And then I open the door of my house and is present? XXL mosquito. “Oh no, oh no no …” I shut the door again and shouted, “No, but it is not the army of salvation nor a center for” blood donation “You have passed on to my address! other side of the Atlantic or what? “. I wait a while to get out of my edgy provided with a repellent.
It is with a skirt and no panties as I appear naked ass quickly to the building’s courtyard the time to apply the product. It smells pneumonia …
More doubts at this stage seeking to kill me ..

Otherwise it will you? …

 

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