Sending you a frig tone of luck and love xxx
Sending you a frig tone of luck and love xxxJust a wee Me-rail. Feel free to skip.
I've not been sure how to do this but I felt I was kind of ignoring people who were sending good wishes about my sudden trip to the hospital and was a bit torn between being a rude dick and not wanting to bring the mood down. I've been unwell for a couple of months but was in the dark about the cause. I thought it was a bad back- a really crippling bad back but after getting various tests and my liver suddenly going insane last week we've learned that I have breast cancer. The excellent news is it's very highly treatable with hormones and a bit of chemo! I'm getting fitted for a free wig and everything and there is a spa in the hospital! I feel like I've entered a world of secret perks and am in really good spirits so no sympathios for me please. The staff and other patients here are lovely and I never thought I'd spend so much time laughing on a cancer ward of all places but here we all are- some of the women on the ward are so funny it actually hurts laughing. The last couple of months have been a terrible worry with not knowing what was wrong and whilst I admit cancer really wasn't my first choice I'm so glad I have an explanation and a plan for treatment. Hooting at Tattle is really keeping my spirits up and I could kiss Molly for her timing. Unfortunately I am beginning to fear Jack might have triangulated me and infiltrated the hospital kitchens as the food is getting worse so I may need some sturdy Scottish frauen to bust me out at some stage- the Jenny Numbers show has many seasons yet to to run and I'm not having bloody Jack take me out with a spiked slop before my bloody wig arrives. SH1TTER that she is.
So sorry for your loss lovely Manc. I won’t pretend to understand your exact situation, but I know what it’s like going to too many funerals in a short space of time. Your perspective is amazing, I know it’s bittersweet, but it’s so trueTo be honest, it was a release for the poor guy. He was very poorly over the past few years. I know his wife won't feel that way, nor his children. It hurts in a way that can't be described, you learn to live with it, but it never truly goes away...speaking from experience.
I have been to too many funerals of late, it has made me realise that life is for living. Make the most of what you have and enjoy yourself. Life is too short. If you want it, can afford it, get it...whatever it is.
Sorry for posting loads at once here!It seems certain ex-members now have a campaign to ruin this thread too.
They think some of us are “obsequious nonentities” and bowing down to some higher power. Others are “smart, funny and insightful”. Oh, how I wish to be the latter. My life would have turned out so differently.
It’s a fucking forum. You are on a fucking social media platform endlessly searching for and interacting with sock accounts.
Why don’t you go and look at a picture of Jupiter on another thread and then you might feel like the nonentity that I obviously am?
Apologies for early morning rant.
Sometimes I look at it and think it isn’t real.Ugh Tunnel, I hope you’re ok. I am so sorry, I know I kind of “poked the bear” here, and I shouldn’t have, I certainly won’t again.
It’s not bothered me, but it really pissed me off to see your good name dragged up again. Sending apologetic hugs
And, excuse me, that picture of Jupiter was way cool!
Is there any better welcome?Big love to Jenny Numbers, you're always making me owl champagne and I hope shit goes well for you
Angry cat noises are hilarious, my little one makes this irritable 'MYEH' when she wants something and the Ragdoll is starting to try and copy it but he sounds ridiculous.
Here's my welcome committee last night:
eta: Has anyone ordered tea from Bird and Blend before? Found a couple that sound lovely and debating getting some on pay day if the bills don't eat it all. Birthday cake flavour is intriguing.
Just a wee Me-rail. Feel free to skip.
I've not been sure how to do this but I felt I was kind of ignoring people who were sending good wishes about my sudden trip to the hospital and was a bit torn between being a rude dick and not wanting to bring the mood down. I've been unwell for a couple of months but was in the dark about the cause. I thought it was a bad back- a really crippling bad back but after getting various tests and my liver suddenly going insane last week we've learned that I have breast cancer. The excellent news is it's very highly treatable with hormones and a bit of chemo! I'm getting fitted for a free wig and everything and there is a spa in the hospital! I feel like I've entered a world of secret perks and am in really good spirits so no sympathios for me please. The staff and other patients here are lovely and I never thought I'd spend so much time laughing on a cancer ward of all places but here we all are- some of the women on the ward are so funny it actually hurts laughing. The last couple of months have been a terrible worry with not knowing what was wrong and whilst I admit cancer really wasn't my first choice I'm so glad I have an explanation and a plan for treatment. Hooting at Tattle is really keeping my spirits up and I could kiss Molly for her timing. Unfortunately I am beginning to fear Jack might have triangulated me and infiltrated the hospital kitchens as the food is getting worse so I may need some sturdy Scottish frauen to bust me out at some stage- the Jenny Numbers show has many seasons yet to to run and I'm not having bloody Jack take me out with a spiked slop before my bloody wig arrives. SH1TTER that she is.
His feet are doing that cute animal feet / elbow / wrist / arm bend thingSending a personal quokka to you all. This ad keeps popping up and it's working, ffs. I want to visit Rottnest Island now.
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I know the thing you mean, it can almost make me cry some days. Quokkas make everything look adorable though.His feet are doing that cute animal feet / elbow / wrist / arm bend thing
https://giphy.com/ggLJuq6NPOZEKkRWQXStudents are having a bonfire.
If I don’t come back it is because either because
A) I have sacrificed myself on their bonfire
B) they have been sacrificed on their bonfire
C) I have completely lost my shit and had my phone confiscated.
Fun and games. It’s always fun and games.
this looks like the face of a cat who has just been caught opening the drawer with the dreamies (I speak from experience)Lots of thoughts and hugs to Jenny & Manc, and anyone else who needs / wants them.
I told the cat. This is her concerned face, and she sends a purr to everyone.
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Ok, I *might* be eating cheese, crackers and horseradish sauce....
When I tell you I gasped at her beauty!Lots of thoughts and hugs to Jenny & Manc, and anyone else who needs / wants them.
I told the cat. This is her concerned face, and she sends a purr to everyone.
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Ok, I *might* be eating cheese, crackers and horseradish sauce....
Oh gosh what a stunner!! Did you know white cats can get sunburnt and often have to wear suncream? My friend adopted a white cat recently and needs to put suncream on her ears! I had never heard of that before.A friend of mine is looking for a cat to adopt there in the UK and just sent me this. Albus, you are TOO CUTE!!!
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