Tailgate Party

The Family finally arrives.

Pool Time

Another morning at the Lake.

My giant swollen bug bite.

Lunch Time

Time for a walk.

Hanging out in the Back Yard.

Chad & I & our 37 Beagles.

Chad, this is where I get my Pirate Eye from.

Ryan & Elises surprise Engagement Party!

I think Dad is hinting at something.

Another morning.

This is how the Rossis do the Amazing Race.

Time to go home.

Manning 2009

I wake up and I feel a little bit better. I have enough energy to poke Chad a few times. I take my medicine and grab the pile of clothes that are closest to me. I throw them on, wash my face, put my hair in a bun and take off. Then I get to work and all the sickness I thought I had gotten rid of hits me again. I sit here with my head like a snot balloon and my chest like a mucus cavity and stare out the window. WHAT THE HELL??? I’ve never been hit this fast and this hard with a cold or flew or sickness before. I’m pretty sure I have a fever but I can’t actually tell because the thermometer my Nonna gave me is from 1956 and there is no mercury in it. Yea, I’m pretty sure that’s not going to work. I just want to go back to bed. I’m so frustrated with myself because I have already missed enough work with all the surgery and crap I’ve had this year and now to miss more because I am sick again? I am just so frustrated and stressed out which is not what one needs when they are trying to get healthy again.

FML this year.

I just got back from yet another appointment at the Cancer Clinic. I always feel weird when I go there, almost like I am unworthy. I sit in the waiting room with my long brown hair, looking at people with hats and toques covering their bald heads, and I feel like an imposter. I know not all Cancers cause you to lose your hair or make you look sick, but I look fine and I really didn’t have to go through all that much to get to this point. I feel unworthy of the title ‘Cancer Surviver’. It’s something that I struggle with all the time because I feel like I really didn’t have to go through all that much.

But anyways.

The results are in and I will be going back in September for Radioactive Iodine Therapy. I’m not too worried about it because I kind of figured I would have to go anyways, and really its just kind of like one last treatment to cap everything off and make sure I’m 100% ok. The Dr. said I could literally run off into the woods and never see a doctor again and probably be fine with no recurrence of Cancer, but this is just something that would put everyones concerns to rest.

It’s a week long process that will involve tests and 3 full days in complete isolation in a hospital room. I am not even allowed to wear clothes or PJs, I have to wear a hospital gown that they can chuck once I’m done because it will be full of my radioactive sweat. That part is kind of scary when you think about it. I don’t know if I am allowed visitors, considering I am in complete isolation, so Chad will get a second vacation from me in September. I don’t know if I will have a TV or if I am allowed a laptop. I really hope I am allowed some sort of enertainment in there. After the 3 days in hospital I will be allowed to go home but I basically have to stay away from people for a few days following, kind of like I have a cold and don’t want to get anyone sick. I’m also not allowed to go to airports or have babies for the next 6 months.

So it looks like my September is going to be pretty full. I just have to wait for all the information to arrive in the mail and then I can start to plan around this last treatment. The bonus to it is that I don’t have to go off my medication so I won’t feel like shit for 2 weeks before. Chad was pretty happy about that because he would be the one having to deal with me feeling like crap for two weeks. So it looks like he is safe for now!

And so, the adventure continues.

So yea.  I’m pretty sure I am sick. My throat has swollen shut out of no where and my nose is clogged. I feel like crap. I have no idea where I got this sickness from. I guess this just gives me another reason to hate people (because they get you sick) when really, I thought I had already discovered enough reasons this week to hate people. I am a cranky old maid.

I know I sound like a horrible person. Its true, but holy crap, there are just too many annoying, stupid, asshat filled people in this world. The application you fill out to become one of my friends just got 10 times harder to pass. I remember back in University, when I had like 5 friends, I was happy and they were great people with NO issues or drama. Now I’ve got a million friends and every two minutes there’s issues and drama. I don’t know if my being annoyed by this just shows that I am a snob or if there are just too many stupid people in this world, who apparently, want to be my friend. I really don’t know why anyone would want to be my friend. It’s probably because they all want to be friends with Chad so I’m a default friend. And really, I understand. Chad is a much cooler person then I am.

I dunno, I think I’ve been getting way to easily frustrated with people. And what happens when I get frustrated with people? I blatantly ignore them. Chad says I’m way to obvious, but at the same time, I don’t really care. I have not been able to deal well with any of the drama or bullshit this year has thrown at me, and my only way of surviving, I’ve found, is just cutting people out of my life who cause drama and shit for no reason. And when you think about it, why would you even want to be friends or know people who constantly piss you off or frustrated you or bring no positive aspects to your friendship. Exactly. So I’m not being an asshole, I’m just being honest.

Maybe I’m being too honest. I don’t know. I’m just tired of it all.

Especially fuckwit knobs at the Rogers information desk beside T & T supermarket in Metrotown who only respond to you if you are of the same race as them and then blatantly tell you they, in no way, want to help you solve your problem and in fact do not care to retain you as a customer. Wow. Ok thanks you douchbag asshole. You just made me hate the human race even more so then I thought I could.

Maybe I’m the one with the issues.