NO GOOD BEING IN DENIAL ABOUT BEDBUGS
Port Douglas is the perfect panacea to Sydney winter temperatures for someone with a spinal cord injury who feels the cold, and it’s been my destination of choice for more than 20 years.
So it’s with a heavy heart that I leave this time after a traumatic two weeks having a first-time-ever hyper allergenic reaction to bedbugs causing a major body-wide irritable rash and requiring medical intervention and insomniainducing steroids (as well as the preventative need to destroy clothes and luggage).
No one can help my allergic reaction to the bug: it could happen with up to 20 per cent of people apparently.
Nor can they help the fact that nightafter-night I was being bitten from the same bed (because there were no alternative accessible accommodation options anyway and I didn’t at that stage have the proof as they’re very hard to find).
But, once an actual bedbug was found on the bed at 5am one morning, surely the apartment owner renting out to guests had a level of responsibility that should have been expected to assist us.
Far from it, the owners of the
Top row, from left: Valerie, Renata, Tony (and Gypsy), and Maddy. Front: Narelle and Laura