My Sense Of Humor Is Slowly Coming Back

Phill, my friend, you name it chances are I have bought and tried it. Teatree Oil, Mange medicine for dogs and horses, oil of cedar and a paste one smears over one's body.

About 80% of doctors here in the US, do not know how to treat for mites (sometimes called Scabies), so they diagnose people like me with  "Delirious Parasitosis" I'll let you google that one, but it means "This is all in your head, Bill, so I want you to see a psychiatrist." There are hundreds (maybe thousands) of us who have been misdiagnosed and sent on to a shrink, just because no doctor here in America wants to help  and cure us. Also, (if you're interested, look up Morgellon's Disease another great way to be eaten from the inside out.

They're not in my head. They are ON my head, and IN my body. I don't allow myself to get closer than 6 feet from my wife or others because I'm so afraid she'll get infected, and there have been nights when I've lain awake in tears because I am not the one who's supposed to be sick. I'm supposed to be well and strong so I can take care of Dondra. Christmas with our family was hell. Everyone wanted to hug me and I had to lie and say I had a bad cold. I also wore a knit cap to keep those things from falling from my head into the food that was laid out.

I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.

Bill

PS: I've contacted several attorneys about filing a class action suit on behalf of all of us, But first a bunch of us have to die and what exactly would be the basis for such a suit. Sending someone to a psychiatrist doesn't hurt anyone.

Bill you have a wonderful sense of humor loved by me and many others on here.
Those little critters that suck.
One day you will  kick their little butts out of there.
Keep up the fight and you will come right

A friend of mine once worked as a broadcaster like you he use to tell many jokes. .  He did many a interview and the Rudyard Kipling poem below was something he had to learn at radio school while developing his skills.

Rudyard Kipling – I keep six honest serving-men

Kipling’s daughter Elsie Bambridge claimed that “I keep six honest serving-men” referred to her as a little girl when, due to the number of questions she asked, she was known in the family as “Elsie Why”

 
I Keep six honest serving men.
  (They taught me all I knew);
Their names are What and Why and When
    And How and Where and Who.
I send them over land and sea,
    I send them east and west;
But after they have worked for me,
    I give them all a rest.

I let them rest from nine till five,
    For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
    For they are hungry men:
But different folk have different views;
    I know a person small –
She keeps ten million serving-men,
    Who get no rest at all!
She sends ’em abroad on her own affairs,
    From the second she opens her eyes –
One million Hows, two million Wheres,
    And seven million Whys!

Sounds like my granddaughter. Thanks for putting that up Peatle it's brightened my day no end.