I posted my last blog post early this morning and then shared it on Facebook. My WordPress app on my phone greeted me with this morbid bit of analytics:

The last two days have just been boring administrative work. I have to submit applications for short term leave pay, critical illness pay, and approval for work leave. All three have slightly minor requirements and need tons of documentation to make sure I’m not committing fraud.

K I need to address something that’s been bothering me the last few days but I didn’t really have a good way of communicating it.

I threw a tantrum to Joanna last night, she just sat and listened while I went on a rant that I’m sick of coughing for the past 8 weeks. My ribs hurt and I’m tired of throwing up every morning because of it. I had to take a break today from walking halfway down Costco while pushing an empty cart. Can I PLEASE be better now?

The last few days my dad’s been correcting me when I say cancer he says “it’s not cancer, it’s a tumor” and then I’ll reply “yah a malignant tumor which is cancerous”. I feel like he’s in denial to the point where he’s calling Derek: HE-WHO-SHALL-NOT-BE-NAMED.