Oh. My. God.

It's not fleas, it's worse. I have bedbugs. It seems I passed them on to Wesley's mom when I went to her house so I could 'de-flea' my apartment. She knew what to look for when she started having problems. Wesley told me tonight and I did some research online. I don't just have bedbugs, I'm completely and hopelessly infested. Once I knew what I was seeing, I almost vomited. It's late, I'm tired and I can't sleep. I feel like I have creepy-crawlies all over me. Somebody help me.