Bill had his blood test today, and while the scores weren't great, they weren't bad enough for him to need ANY kind of IV at all, not even a transfusion or platelets! We could hardly believe it!
Last night he had The Fever again, but it only strikes at night.
His nausea was better than usual today, and even though his mouth sores are spreading forward from his throat to the front of his mouth, the mouthwash is continuing to alleviate the pain and irritation. It's a miracle medicine. P and G, THANK YOU AGAIN for that lifesaving maneuver!
[Special note to CS: IT'S HERE, AND WE BOTH DIED WHEN HE OPENED IT, AND WE HAD TO BE RESUSCITATED BY THE PUPPIES. YOU WILL HEAR MORE. OMG! COULD NOT BELIEVE YOU DID THAT! YOU ANGEL!]
Small features: (1) Bill shaved around his beard, a couple days ago, and the hair didn't grow back in at all, so we're waiting for the bald head, beardless, eyebrowless, eyelashless look to appear any day now, and he's hoping he looks very suave. (2) He lost 3 pounds this week. (3) He looked kind of zombie-like today: pale, and big dark circles around his eyes, and his eyes looked really big, the way kids' eyes look when they're sick, so it was hard to smack him with the broom for not carrying my weights up to the attic for me. OH WOW! JUST KIDDING!
Here endeth the story of Bill's day. If you wish to see a brief Drama Queen report on the nightmare of Beth's day, I have pasted the narrative from my facebook page. The whole scenario landed on me within a one-hour time span, and all I did was cry, and call people, and wonder if God was mad at me. You can skip this part if you don't like whiny girl stories:
======Beth's No Good Terrrible Horrible Poopy Doopy Day====