Friday the 13th

Well, today was Friday the 13th. There was one piece of big, bad luck but I'm gonna make sure it's alright for publication before I put it on this blog.

Otherwise, today went alright. I finally got my immunization records, my photocopied W2W certificate of completion, and my signature of consent, along with a cheque for my medical examination all sent in to my family doctor. We got a call from Welfare, and I finally got an extension for the lawyer in charge of our trust fund to contact directly. Dad came over for a visit, he played a videogame with Duncan and we went for a walk and visited where he used to live. He knows Guelph better than I do!

Pretty straightforward day, really, and, if anything, more productive than usual. Even the bad luck that happened, happened yesterday. My brother even lucked out once today.

I hate to admit it, but I have a superstitious side. Even if I don't intellectually believe them, I am impacted by them. And usually, I'm able to give some solid evidence behind my fear. But not today. Today I took a lot of risks and came out with a small victory on each one.

Oh, Google still registered my old post today. ARG! Well, I'll keep trying and I'll drown it out with quantity, so that I at least put odds in my favour.

Oh, I got an email from Katimavik today, saying they could tell I'd completed the first step in the application process and trying to sell me "Katimaswag" (Katimavik merchandise). Turns out processing my full application takes three to six weeks. I've got four and a half months since the program begins. I'd like to get this over and done with as soon as possible. I just need to get my thing back from the doctor... And to photocopy some ID.

I could still hit some bad luck with the doctor thing.

Ha, even if I do get in, I'll probably have spent more time working on these forms than in the program!

One of the instructors for W2W told me yesterday that they're not allowed to ask about your family's background and medical history, or whether you've had a learning disability in the past, or what accommodations were made. He actually seemed pretty annoyed when I explained that to him.

Alright, I just got permission to talk about that other bad luck I spoke of near the beginning of this post. See, Mom's had a suitable Friday the 13th. She found out they didn't get into the Farmer's Market, for one, and for two, she, uh, has Hepatitis C. Now, there's an over 50% chance of full recovery, and if not, there's medication for it. But me and Duncan have to both get tested for it, too, because apparently it can be sent through pregnancy, and it looks like she got it before we were born. She had to tell Dad, too, to get tested. Apparently a load of her old friends have it, too. Yikes.