Back to Life, Back to Reality

Welp, tomorrow will be a thoroughly 'normal' day for me.

Wake up at 6:45am.

Haul ass to the good computer.

Register for online winter class at 7am.

Catch Greyhound bus for TO at 8am.

Arrive in TO and go for bloods, and PFTs at 11:30am.

Catch the 12pm bus back home.

LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING!

3 months ago the thought of all that alone would've seriously daunted me, enough that I would sacrifice anything to bum a ride with any fellow tx'er headed TO's way. Initially I was supposed to get a ride with Helen but due to time conflicts, I have to take the Greyhound but it's totally cool. I don't mind b/c i can do it now and there's nothing stopping me (and yes, for those who worry i'll entertain u with the thought that my dad is forcing me to wear a mask. We'll see..maybe a scarf will fair better for me?). To be honest, i'm pretty stoked to go to TO on my own like an independent person. I'm not really stoked about waking up at 6:45am but w/e, shit happens. I have to do it again on Friday tho and I probably won't be as stoked as I am now, but we'll see!!

Next week sees 3 days in TO as well for my 3 months assessment! Monday is a busy day (bloods, xrays, other stuff), and tues is the radioactive egg eating day, and Weds is the bronch and that's it - no more, wooo hooo! I'm not really looking forward to all the blood work though, but hopefully news of when i can get my port placed will come! I hope i remember to bring this topic up on Friday at clinic! Also, I've been given the go-ahead to make appts with all my local docs so i must get on that....if only i didn't hate making phone calls. Laziness has descended upon me...

Um what else? I think that's it. A certain someone wanted a shoutout so here it is, to Matt: you owe me a sunrise, a random drive, copious dances to text messages, and a ship. A big ship. Made of wood. No zombies.