Moody Meow

Liberal, lunatic lassie, with mood swings and foot-in-mouth syndrome

Bedbugs, Cancers, and Listening to Fans

Posted on | September 1, 2010 | 1 Comment

My darling, wonderful brother had a rash all over his body a few months ago. This is only notable because he hates taking pills. The dork actually chewed penicillin as a kid, and to take an aspirin, my mom would soften it and then cover it in chocolate (I loved that). We chatted on the phone (he lives in Colorado) about the agony he went through choking those pills down. I may have laughed, or cackled, or had a giggle fit imagining the poor bastard choking down 9 pills at a time to get rid of the rash. I’m a good sister like that.

Then I spoke with him on Saturday, and it seems that his rash has returned. He went to an emergency clinic, paid an assload of money for two shots to hopefully clear up the rash and went home to sleep.

He woke up and found bedbugs.

Apparently his rash is an allergy to the little fuckers. So, he bought covers for his awesome bed and is going to choke the little fuckers to death. Given all the traveling I’ve been doing, it was recommended to me that we get a plastic cover for our bed and seal it up so the possible bedbugs have no where to breed.

Have you seen what they look like? *Shudder*

I don’t want those little evil things in my house. But they are everywhere. In theaters. In swanky hotels, and apparently, in my brother’s bed. Ew. I am getting a cover for my bed… tomorrow.

My mother had a big honkin’ piece of ick removed from her face last week. Both my mother and my sister also have their noses pierced. Mom developed a mole right next to the piercing which apparently grew cancerous. She also had another “spot” on the bridge of her nose. What should have been an hour procedure turned into 8 hours with “reconstruction” as part of the process. Mom took a look at her face last night, for the first time since the surgery. She has 28 stitches in her nose. Mom wears sunscreen, and does most of what you are supposed to do to take care of your skin. These moley thingies are prone to this issue. I inherited this moley/freckle thing from Mom so I do worry about myself. Right now I just want her to heal properly. And I know she will. She is sad because they removed the part of her nose where the piercing was, but I am sure she will be happier to be cancer free.

So I read this article in Powell’s newsletter today and she mentions hearing music. The older I get the more often this happens to me, and for some reason it’s always with fans. It’s not just music I hear, it’s voices, mumbling singing voices. It’s kind of beautiful, but was a little disconcerting the first time I heard it (during one of my worst manic episodes, after a terrible incident with a former friend). Now, I hear it all the time when I’m tired. The more I read, the more I understand that no matter how much I want this to, it won’t go away. That is okay most of the time, but like last night, I had 2 hours of sleep. This isn’t sustainable. I may have to start sleeping with headphones so I can concentrate on getting my brain to bed. The other biggest issue is my lack of exercise. I wish I wasn’t so fucking lazy.

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One Response to “Bedbugs, Cancers, and Listening to Fans”

  1. Cat
    September 29th, 2010 @ 10:12 am

    Hey. For some reason I am just now reading this. So, as someone who gets easily distracted by noise in the night I invested in a new alarm clock from Bed Bath & Beyond. I’m sure other stores carry them. ANYWAY, the alarm clock has a feature on it with a variety of sounds…usually either crickets, a thunderstorm, ocean waves, birds singing…you get the point. Anyway this has worked pretty well. I keep it low and it serves as white noise without disturbing Brian. If (and it does happen) it doesn’t work some nights then I will plug in my iHome and play downloaded sounds like wind chimes or another distracting noise that drowns out other sounds without keeping me awake. So far it has worked better than anything. Music was too much of a stimulant for me and completely cutting off all noise with plugs did not help turn my brain off at all. I hope this helps.

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