I’m seriously liking living “on my own”. For the first time ever, I feel slightly independent. I rely on the public transit system to get to school each day, and it’s my responsibility to clean up after myself, cook, and get on the bus on time. I’m even doing my own laundry, with a little instruction from my landlord; but her washer/drier is completely different from mine at home!

I am going to hand my resume in to a local group home which is quite literally down the road from where I’m living. The money is apparently good, and even if it’s not the best it’s still a familiar place and it’s still money coming in. I can start saving!

Yep, I think living on my own agrees with me! I have a feeling college is going to be stressful, but I know that I’m going to thoroughly enjoy it. This weekend I’m staying here so I can hang out with a couple new friends that I have made and go to a PowWow the local native’s are having for everyone to get a glimpse of their culture. It should be a really rewarding, interesting experience.

Recently I switched from Community Development to Community Development with an Emphasis on Aboriginals. I had my first class yesterday and it was full of promise for the upcoming year. I like the sound of things we will be doing.

On a completely different note, my friend Mandy (who also has MHE) will get to meet JK Rowling in NYC this year. I’m so envious! If only I had entered the contest with her! Except I think it was only for people in the United States. Oh well. Have fun for me Mandy!

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.