This past weekend has been an eventful one for me. On Friday, I went to the staff appreciation dinner with my co-workers. Saturday was the volunteer appreciation I hosted at my house, and all morning I cleaned the entire house. I even washed the floors! The volunteer appreciation went well if I do say so myself, it was totally chill – which is what I aimed for. We had a paint balloon war out in my back yard and it was pretty funny; only it didn’t last nearly as long as I wanted it to.

The rest of the appreciation went swell too. People sort of split up halfway through it; some people went to the family room to play Guitar Hero 2 and some people went to the garage to play a game of pool, while some of us sat out at the fire out in my new stone fire pit. The only downer part was in the course of the appreciation while running from group to group I stubbed my toe on a billion different things. Now it hurts extremely bad and is very bruised and swollen. Ya, I know, the picture quality sucks but I blame my camera – it hates me.

I find it slightly amusing, however, that I have not even met my doctor yet for the first time and I’ve already got a list of complaints. It’s like; “Hello doctor! Nice meeting you. Uh, can you fix my toe now please?”

Ok so maybe I don’t have a list of complaints for him. My toe is only one thing but it still hurts a lot, and I’m worried I might have broken it. I know they can’t do a heck of a lot for a broken toe, but I’m supposed to be leaving for a week long camp on Friday! My toe can’t be broken for this! I have to run events, like soccer-baseball! And I can’t very well wear my super awesome super hero boots I found at Value Village! (They are completely awesome, they go up to my knees and are platforms; granted I wouldn’t normally be able to wear them for a solid day but I was planning on sucking it up for the sake of my costume!).

Anyways, I meet my new doctor tomorrow. I’m pretty nervous about it, as I’ll no longer be in the safe walls of a children’s hospital. Anything can happen at an adult hospital, right? I know for a fact the nurses won’t run down to the kitchen to steal me cans of mushroom soup when I crave it. Only Sick Kids nurses do that, and only because they liked me and found my craving for mushroom soup endearing. Who [normally] craves mushroom soup?

Truthfully, I am pretty nervous about the whole moving-to-an-adult-hospital-and-getting-a-new-doctor thing. Keep in mind, I’ve been going to Sick Kids since I was diagnosed, I’ve had the same doctor since I found out I had this disorder. It was easy for me to trust him because I was so little when he started operating on me, now I’m older and more alert about what’s going on. They can’t fool me into riding a tricycle into the operating room, and I’ll be wary of them. I suppose I can’t pass judgment until tomorrow though, when I actually meet the guy.

I will have to show him my toe though and see what he thinks of it. It’s pretty painful and nasty looking.