Cowboy Billy's No Good Terrible Sick Day

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Yes, Cowboy Bill, you can has sick day.

Our Chemoboy is FEELIN' THE PAIN today...He has "the worst metal mouth of all time," said he. He is shaking all over, is so weak he can barely walk across the room, is extremely dizzy, and has a new symptom that we THOUGHT we all figured out on Friday (we all=me, Bill, the nurses at chemo), but we didn't, because it's back. His skin from his chest up, and all over his neck, face, and head turns bright, extreme red and slightly puffy and stays like that for hours and hours, then disappears. You'd think allergy or sunburn, but neither is possible. He looks like when you take a photo of someone hanging upside down by their knees, how their face turns red and puffy.

As symptoms go, it's not THAT scary; it's not like the theme from Jaws or anything (doomdoom....doomdoom....THAT theme), but it IS just weird enough to give us an undertone of slightly spooked.

He plans to not move from his bed all day, and I'm on duty. Right this minute, he's trying to sleep. He had a second night of extreme insomnia due to endless strong acid reflux, so I hope the dogs don't start barking and ruin his nap.

(We're still--all 5 of us--Bill, me and three doggies--living in the basement. Yyyyeah. At least it feels air conditioned down here. And we do have a TV. Last night, the feature film was the classic Oscar-winning Mongolian Death Worm. High quality film. For example, in one gun battle scene, the actors are holding different kinds of guns every time the camera points at them. Hope the continuity department got fired. Anyway, I think right now he feels like one of those Mongolian things has got a hold of him.)


Thanks for love and prayers and wishes for his good.