It's official. I'm driving everyone crazy with my paranoia of maggots. My mum told me not to call her until I'm really infested with maggots, meaning that I can only call her when I'm all bloody and maggots are poking out of my skin. But she did call me twice today so I guess that's okay.

I'm not only disinfecting the kitchen area, I'm even disinfecting myself by scrubbing myself hard and covering myself with dettol cream. My mum told me I should drink head and shoulder shampoo, when asked why, she said :" Haven't you watched the movie " evolution " before? "=.= I'll just stick to eating panadol, thank you very much.

I freak out when I see wounds on myself. Ken is pissed at me cause I kept on asking him to check the wounds properly to see if they are any maggots crawling out of. I'm scared shitless.

We have replaced all our kitchen ware. We bought new pans, pots, bowls and utensils. We even replaced the dish rack. Just to be safer. I'm really afraid that one day when I go to the kitchen's sink, they'll be thousands of baby maggots crawling out from the sinkhole. I must have poured gallons and gallons of hot water and disinfectant and insect killer down there. But mutated metal eater maggots are damn unpredictable. Be afraid, be very afraid.

Anyways, I'm off to disinfect myself again. Cheerios.