I'm ready for the weekend!

I couldn't be more over life right now. Srsly. Not over it in the suicidal sense, over it in the "Will it ever get back to normal?" sense. Will it? Please?

As far as food and exercise, things have been improving muchly. The bike riding not so much because the stupid wind won't stop blowing, but I got my workout room cleaned and have returned to a bit of my exercise (running and weights and balance). Not all of it because we had visitors who were sleeping in that room so I could only use it sometimes, but I tried which is an improvement. I probably shouldn't jump right back into full boar mode anyway since that's asking for an injury, so it's probably a good thing since I tend to dive in head first.

I finally weighed myself yesterday, and I've actually maintained that three pound gain I had forever ago, so I'm still happy with that since it's no more. I thought for sure the crap food entering my system would have changed that, and it did temporarily, but as soon as I got back to more water, less sodium, the excess immediately went away. So now I only have those extra three pounds and then I'm back to where I left off. That helps. With all the other crap going on, I was really dreading how much I would have gained.

Another finally, I finally made an appointment to see my doctor about my breathing issues. I really hope he can tell me something grand, because I'm sick of not being able to breath. It's been off and on, but with all the wind this last week or two, I feel like I'm permanently stuffed up!

We had one of grandma's appointments today. A test which should determine how much the cancer is spread (I don't know if I mentioned last time that it's my grandma with the cancer--I was a bit scatter brained so probably not), so I'm crossing my fingers and hoping for good news. She'll know in about a week, and then from there we'll find out more about surgery and stuff. I'm getting really annoyed with some people I know in real life. I hate false sympathy, and I also hate people who assume that because a person is old their life is worth less. It's amazing to me how many people have insinuated or straight out said that because of my grandma's age she shouldn't bother doing anything about the cancer. What? Why? It would be a very sad day for me if my grandma gave up on herself like that. I'm proud to say she wants to fight, thank you very much.

On the school front, finals are here next week. That is beyond insane to me. I can't believe I'm almost down another semester. Unfortunately because of everything that's happened in the past few weeks, I've been a bit of a slacker, therefore my grades have suffered ever so slightly. Nothing major, basically it just means I won't be able to boast another 4.0. It'll still be good, though, so I can't complain (though the perfectionist in me is disappointed).

Anyhoo, my doctor's appointment is early and I'm exhausted so I'm heading to bed. G'night!