Dear gurls, thank you all sooooo much for your kinds words. I was okay whilst I was working, at lunch it just got to me.
Then tonight (worked late), a domestic who cleans our offices said "did you hear about the wee nurse in 207", no I hadn't, seemingly she was doing obs in the ward and just collapsed on the floor and died!!!, she was only 23 years old, just come back from a holiday in Cyprus.
OH is making dinner, I am just sitting here feeling gutted with a glass of red wine. What a crock of S**t life is this week.
But hey, I am sooooo glad I bought my little mazda mx5 on May 3rd, before I get much older!! Who knows what is around the corner?
I drove home tonight (rang my daughter first to tell her I loved her and the boys and her hubby) with the roof down and just was glad that I was alive. And I am having the day off tomorrow and going to get my hair done, then we have the Edinburgh Supper Club tomorrow night.
I am not going to ever complain about bits of my body I don't like. If you ever hear me complain, shoot me down in flames please, as a reminder that I am alive!
I am going to have a ball in York with all you mad women / gurls on here.
Thanks again gurls.
H
-------------------- Aka - Boobie Bubble Brain
A bad attitude is like a flat tyre: you are not going to get anywhere in life until you change it.
If you always do the things you've always done, you'll only get what you've always got!
Edited by Librian_Chick (15/05/2008 19:29)
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