The thinggy itself was alright.
One minute i'm laughing and joking with them, talking about getting some propofol on the side, promising 'not to do a Jackson'... a few seconds later I'm in recovery on my bed thinking I'm at home until I open my eyes. They've done it up well nicely at the Royal Free.

The Diognis was proper fucking shit though, proper fucked up I think from the report - but the consultant will translate it into laymans.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 30 Sep 2014, 14:38, 1 reply, 10 years ago)

Sorry to hear that mate

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Tue 30 Sep 2014, 14:42, Reply)

Cheers, I could be a lot worst though.... I got a roof over my head, food on my plate, that won't ever change unless I do something really stupid...I got skills to make money even with all this, where as most people would be on the scrapheap.
And also, not being all pity-party because I don't feel that way about my health at all - Give me those over being Blind or Death any day - But when you're ill for so long you begin to think it's all phsycological, so it's good to know it's not all in my head.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 30 Sep 2014, 14:48, Reply)