Hospitals are unpleasant and their lunches make my tummy hurt.

Sunnybrook hospital tells me my visual field is just dandy, and that there is no way that a person could loose vision based on anxiety. Sweet? Well, that's one hospital appointment down for the week. Now I just have to spend my Wednesday afternoon likely hearing that they can't tell a thing from my latest round of MRIs and that they just plum don't know. I think it's better going in with this attitude than actually expecting some answers.

I'm leaving for camp a week tomorrow and the panic has started to sink in. I'm excited to be up there, I'm just wavering on how long I really want to be up there. I'm hoping for a massively clarifying conversation with the directors this afternoon... but I'm not holding my breath. I don't think I've ever had a moment of clarity. Boh well.

Is everyone ready to pride it up in the old pride box?