Joanna and her boyfriend came over so I could show them my amazing card skills. Joanna works for Cystic Fibrosis Canada (CFC) and she's awesome. Those of you who stalk my blog may remember an earlier post about her.
Blog stalkers: I heart you.
We both talk a lot, love blueberry tea and are passionate about CF. We were pretty much destined to hang out and cause trouble.
Check out the presents Joanna brought me!!
|A hoodie that's actually longer than my torso :O|
We played hearts, which was a new game for both Joanna and I. It took awhile for the objective of the game to penetrate my skull and be absorbed by the mass I like to call my brain, but finally the light bulb went off.
Basically, I spent the entire time trying to figure out how to strategize, as well as building conspiracy theories in my head. You have to guess what cards the others have and try hard to avoid getting nailed with the big bad queen of spades.
I spent a lot of time swinging my eyeballs back and forth, trying to figure out what the other goof balls were doing and whether or not they would be damaging to my game.
In the end I decided to let Heather win as it was her last Monday in Toronto.
Chivalrous, I know.
It was a late night and I was tempted to forgo the big bad bag of feeds, but I quickly realized that I wasn't getting fatter by simply picturing mountains of cinnamon buns and buckets of milkshakes. I loaded up and passed out - sadly not from a night of consuming delicious caesars (a drink that, according to Wikipedia, is virtually unknown outside of Canada).
Today was another CF clinic. I feel like I'm there all the time. They likely just want to hang out with me and tweet about it.
The morning went well. I switched up my breakfast a bit, but adjusted my insulin intake accordingly. Well....apparently I messed up. We were downstairs yacking with the concierge when I felt it - low blood sugar.
|Picture this squirming|
Heather booked it upstairs, grabbed some oreos, threw some OJ in a paper cup and made it back down faster than the G-man chasing a squirrel. She says all she could think about was me lying on the floor squirming. (I wish I had her demonstration of this on video.)
I ingested that and we poured ourselves into a cab to try and get to St. Mike's on time. My appointment was 1:30.
We got home just after 7.
Clinic was 5.5 hours.
Imagine my excitement at the prospect of going back to St. Mike's on Friday to meet with GI doc. I won't go into details, as they aren't fun, but suffice it to say...things aren't exactly normal. There are things we need to check on. Answers that need to be found.
Best part of the day was tonight, and it involved Skype and a certain red head.
Also important to note, I painted my fingernails blue and they look beautiful.
That, and only THREE months 'till Christmas!!!