Nope. Our flight has been delayed..
Engine problems. Ewww.
I should be ecstatic. We won't be soaring around in the air to inevitably plunge to our death.
No, I will sit here with a gigantic radonculous grin on my face knowing we will take off with a sparkly (I like to think it's sparkly) and healthy engine.
Brad and I have just come from my 9 month assessment. I tore a strip off the lung function machine. 102% thanks. 'Cept I failed one of the breathing tests. Well, not really failed....but a gigantic, stupid and highly obnoxious red X appeared on the screen for one of them. I had to repeat the damn test 5 times. I was all ready to brag, but each freaking time that ugly red (and that's not fair cause I clearly adore red) X was shoved in my face.
Whatever. Let's come back to the 102%, shall we?
Whoooooofreakinhooooooo!!!! Man I'm healthy.
Everything went well. I now get to take two less pills a day, shame though - these were pretty pink ones.
We had a blast. Got to hang out with our park friends and take part in some Elvis trivia (I barely know a thing about Elvis apart from Blue Suede Shoes and such) and I learned some things when Brad and I saw cirque du soleil Elvis in Las Vegas.
Saw a few lung friends; man I love my lung friends. They remind me of how grateful I am and how much I enjoyed my experience in Toronto. Plus they're fun as h*##.
Oh gots to go! Our new shiny-engined plane is ready!!!!