Went to the hospital for the report from the blood sample taken two weeks ago. I was a bit late (supposed to be #6, but when I got there, they were on #8 already, so then they say I can only go in after #15), so there was quite a wait there. Apparently everything tested was fine, except for possible liver malfunction stuff. So, more testing was ordered by the doctor, and I got more blood taken out of me... I really don't like the needle and stuff (but then again, does anyone like it?), and I got a bit dizzy after they took two test tubes worth of blood from my body. I only saw the blood through the corner of my eyes briefly, and decided that's not a good thing to see. Yikes...anyway, that's probably the lightest of the news all day. Mom has cholesterol problem, and grandmother appears to have intestinal cancer, the same thing that killed her husband. So...shall I consider myself blessed for being relatively healthy and still alive?

Am I the only one who finds that me being overweight is not funny?

Knowing that I'm leaving this place in less than a week, it gives me a mix of conflicting feelings and emotions. On one hand, I've always wanted to leave here, for its torturous environment, also for the constant annoyance from people about the overweight and girlfriend issues. On the other hand, I might miss the people I've bonded with here, mostly from the youth group at church, and I cannot face the academic challenge that I will have to deal with in Waterloo. But now there's a third factor here: with grandmother being gravely ill, I wonder if I leave now, maybe I'll be brought back in the very near future. Ah, the contradictions. So ironic that I may earn my living finding mathematical contradictions, yet they are in my real life all the time.