Camp starts on Saturday... and I think I'm a lot less thrilled about it this summer than all the past summers. But then again to think about it last summer was probably the least thrilled I could ever get, and being as I'm nowhere near the point in life where I was last year (all glory be), I guess I am semi-excited at least. I put my super-hero costume on today to make sure I had everything I needed, and I looked amazing, if I might say so.
I'm actually just incredibly tired because I stayed up talking to Craig for a long time. And since I'm not making any sense to myself, I'm really not sure why I'm attempting to write anything on here. So I probably am excited about camp, I'm just too tired to know it.
On a different note, I am going to the doctor on Thursday (hopefully) for the first time since January -- I think this is a record amount of time that I have spent away from the doctor. So to be honest I'm pretty anxious about it. Not in a bad way, just in a curious way. Because I've pretty much stopped letting people know that I am a sickly person and just fronted being a normal, healthy human being (harder than it sounds a lot of the time) -- and consequently this past semester has been an amazing one.
There is a possibility that I won't be able to go to the appointment due to my labs not getting processed in time (because my new doctors office is insanely slow with everything), in which case I probably wouldn't go until the end of the summer (which is not advisable in any sense of the word).
But Matthew also goes in for a docs appt. on Thursday and I'm way more anxious about his results... and this one is anxious in the bad way I do believe. But hey, I know it's all in God's hands. Anxious or not, the results will be the same, and God's will will be done.