What an altogether crappy day. I got to work on time, and all seemed fine at first� even went well for the first few hours� then all Hell broke loose. I ended up not only getting out of there close to three hours late, opening a box of Iced Cappuccino mix and finding the one and only leaking bag (which spilled down my nice, clean shirt and all over the floor, which I then had to mop again), but had half a pot of coffee (190 degrees Fahrenheit) spilled down my leg. Lovely. It�s sore, hurts like a B*tch. I just dosed it with some Aloe Vera gel and downed the last of my bottle of Bailey�s. I�ve been saving it for just such an occasion� if the 11+ hours of bulls*t I just endured doesn�t earn me a shot, I don�t know what would. The other girls seemed amazed that I would just shrug off the burn and keep working� but really, I�ve had worse. It stings, and it�s uncomfortable, but I�m sure I�ll live. I couldn�t exactly leave with so much left to do and things as busy as they were. (Mental note� work ethic triumphs over pain.) Most of it got on my shirt, which I changed right away, so I got a teeny little scald mark on my side� about 3 inches long and half an inch wide. Not nearly so bad as the girls seemed to think it was� I came right back out and helped get everything clear. What a pain. Time to eat a bowl of Alpha-Getti and maybe some leftover salad, read for half an hour and crawl away into the dark basement for (hopefully) 7 or 8 hours of oblivion. I�m sore, tired, miserable� and hungry. As soon as I take care of the hungry part, I�ll get some sleep and hopefully the worst of the soreness, fatigue and misery will pass with some Zzzz�s.

I suppose I should really tell my good news, even though I feel crummy right now. I saw the respirologist day before yesterday and he said I am breathing almost normally, and I don�t have to go back for a year. A whole year! To someone that�s been going to see a specialist every 4-6 months since she was 10 or so, that�s a REALLY big deal! I was pretty happy to hear that, W.O.V. and I ordered pizza to celebrate. My mom was pretty happy to hear it too, she worries about me far too much. Maybe now she�ll start worrying about something else.

The other news� I start taking driver�s ed classes next week. I am scared sh*tless. I hope I don�t kill anyone.