Apocalypse Thursday (But Bill's Not Too Bad!)

First Bill. Cause he's what this blog is about, despite my many attempts to hijack all the attention to myself. hahaha

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====

WORST! DAY! EVER! Thought I was HAVING NIGHTMARE! 

Day begins: Bill's mouth sores spreading, he's sick, white, hair falling out, miserable. Freaks me out. 

5 minutes later: find out a dear friend has been emergency hospitalized; I make plans to visit her while Bill has chemo transfusions; freaking out more; 

5 minutes later, I find bug crawling on my bed, and notice bites on my arm. Not flea or tick. IS IT A BED BUG (1-800-SUICIDE R US)????? I go crazy with anxiety; catch bug in jar, use spotlite and magnif. glass, study bug and internet pix, decide it's a carpet beetle, a GROSS creature that lays larva on your carpet! FREAK THE FRICK OUT OF MY MIND! 

I go hysterical crying. Call Pest Control, am so worked up, the owner makes a special trip from Lenoir to help me. I couldn't then leave house, so Bill had to go ALONE to chemo (not sposed to drive) and I couldn't visit friend in hospital. 

Pest Control examines room; I'm promising God I'll buy lotto tickets and give Him all my winnings if it's JUST not bedbugs. Pest guy concludes: CARPET BEETLE. 

NOW I must rip out carpet, throw away whole bed and furniture, have commercial cleaning, whole house carpet, grab 5 garbage bags of clothes, wash/dry in hot drier, move to porch to sleep for next month, THROW AWAY ALL blankets, pillows and bedding, block door so no dogs can go in room, will need two rounds of pesticide. All this by noon. I took a sedative, cried, called my mom, worried about Bill being alone, worried about my friend. 

And on top of it all, now I owe God millions of dollars, cuz it WASNT BED BUGS! 

This day took 10 years off the end of my life. 

HAALLLLLLLLP! ALIENS! COME GET ME! PLEEEEEEZE!