Ok, since she's been up to her eyeballs in absolutely dreadful teaching-degree crapola, here's the scoop on our friend Kaffy: Kaffy is waiting for the tests result to see if she is still cancer-free. As y'all may or may not know from reading her, Kaffy was diagnosed with thyroid cancer, what, about three years ago now. She's been cancer-free since then, but each year for five years after the surgery, she has to endure a full body scan, complete with a radioactive cocktail, to make super-special sure. Now usually, the doctors make her go off her thyroid meds altogether, which turns into a Kafkaesque nightmare wherein our heroine loses most of her brain functioning, and that's on top of having to eat basically lettuce for, like, six to eight weeks. (You know the novel Flowers for Algernon? There you go.) Although usually pretty funny, her losing brain function starts to suck about the fifth week. But this time, her doctor allowed a different, miniscule-y less accurate test in which she only had to go on a low-iodine diet.

Long story short, we're waiting for the test results, and how am I supposed to write good things about the test being negative if THEY WON'T CALL AND TELL US!?!?! Dammit.