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Tallulah82 said:
Apparently I have a couple of tiny ones but it was the wall thickness that raised the concern. But the consultant insists that the location of the pain I do feel does not fit any gallbladder thing. He did concede that it may need removing at some point anyway, but what I experience doesn't fit into a standard box of diagnosis. 🤷‍♀️

At the moment, I'm just happy that I don't have to have surgery that will literally take me a month to recover from.
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You have to be special, huh? :p
 
This morning this song came onto the radio as I was driving. I have a love/hate relationship with this song which mostly tips towards the hate side.

It was the song that played for the first dance at my wedding.... Hear me out.

Firstly and most importantly, it wasn't my choice at all.
Secondly, it had been super popular earlier in the year and my god, it had become tedious to hear.
Thirdly, the lyrics. SERIOUSLY - THE FUCKING LYRICS.

Never have I ever been the woman to declare that I'd be unable to live without someone, not even a love interest.

The fact that this mushy pile of slop was supposed to represent my blackened heart on the most romantic day of my life just grates me more. It was a gross misrepresentation of who I am to everyone in attendance, making them think I was a mushy-gushy-feelings woman who was incredibly grateful for finding love in the universe.





:sick::sick::sick::D
 
Tallulah82 said:
This morning this song came onto the radio as I was driving. I have a love/hate relationship with this song which mostly tips towards the hate side.

It was the song that played for the first dance at my wedding.... Hear me out.

Firstly and most importantly, it wasn't my choice at all.
Secondly, it had been super popular earlier in the year and my god, it had become tedious to hear.
Thirdly, the lyrics. SERIOUSLY - THE FUCKING LYRICS.

Never have I ever been the woman to declare that I'd be unable to live without someone, not even a love interest.

The fact that this mushy pile of slop was supposed to represent my blackened heart on the most romantic day of my life just grates me more. It was a gross misrepresentation of who I am to everyone in attendance, making them think I was a mushy-gushy-feelings woman who was incredibly grateful for finding love in the universe.





:sick::sick::sick::D
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It's a pretty song and a nice sentiment, but my jaded ass will never "depend" on a SO ever again. If I'm easily replaceable, so are they. But who has the energy for that anymore? That's so 2022. 😂
 
Tallulah82 said:
This morning this song came onto the radio as I was driving. I have a love/hate relationship with this song which mostly tips towards the hate side.

It was the song that played for the first dance at my wedding.... Hear me out.

Firstly and most importantly, it wasn't my choice at all.
Secondly, it had been super popular earlier in the year and my god, it had become tedious to hear.
Thirdly, the lyrics. SERIOUSLY - THE FUCKING LYRICS.

Never have I ever been the woman to declare that I'd be unable to live without someone, not even a love interest.

The fact that this mushy pile of slop was supposed to represent my blackened heart on the most romantic day of my life just grates me more. It was a gross misrepresentation of who I am to everyone in attendance, making them think I was a mushy-gushy-feelings woman who was incredibly grateful for finding love in the universe.





:sick::sick::sick::D
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Tell us how you really feel :LOL: :LOL: :LOL:
 
On Friday, I ran away on my own to a tiny cottage on the edge of the North York Moors. I'd been looking forward to it for a while and despite the thundery storms that came and went over Friday and Saturday, I drank wine, and tea, and ate when I wanted, and slept when I wanted, and most importantly... I read when I wanted.

I'd taken 3 books away with me. I was already half-way through Beth O'Leary's 'Swept Away' that I'd struggled to find time to finish. And I packed Steph McGovern's 'Deadline', and Florence Knapp's 'The Names'.

Not only did I finish all of them, but I had extra time so I read something off the owner's shelves - a fluffy chick lit book that I can't quite remember but I was glad I hadn't spent money on. It was tolerable.

Despite all the wink-winks, and elbow nudges at who I am when I'm not alone... THIS is who I am when I am alone. A hermit who loves silence (rustling of tree leaves and bird song and other wildlife are welcome), who loves endless cups of tea, who loves that she can munch her way through a giant bag of crisps (aka chips) without anyone watching. Who will stay up until 3am because she can't put the book down AND she doesn't have to because there is nothing and no-one expecting anything from her when she wakes. 52 hours of solitude.

These are my bliss days. These are my soul days.:heart:
 
Tallulah82 said:
On Friday, I ran away on my own to a tiny cottage on the edge of the North York Moors. I'd been looking forward to it for a while and despite the thundery storms that came and went over Friday and Saturday, I drank wine, and tea, and ate when I wanted, and slept when I wanted, and most importantly... I read when I wanted.

I'd taken 3 books away with me. I was already half-way through Beth O'Leary's 'Swept Away' that I'd struggled to find time to finish. And I packed Steph McGovern's 'Deadline', and Florence Knapp's 'The Names'.

Not only did I finish all of them, but I had extra time so I read something off the owner's shelves - a fluffy chick lit book that I can't quite remember but I was glad I hadn't spent money on. It was tolerable.

Despite all the wink-winks, and elbow nudges at who I am when I'm not alone... THIS is who I am when I am alone. A hermit who loves silence (rustling of tree leaves and bird song and other wildlife are welcome), who loves endless cups of tea, who loves that she can munch her way through a giant bag of crisps (aka chips) without anyone watching. Who will stay up until 3am because she can't put the book down AND she doesn't have to because there is nothing and no-one expecting anything from her when she wakes. 52 hours of solitude.

These are my bliss days. These are my soul days.:heart:
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That sounds amazing & I feel like thunder storms would make it even better! Lots of cozy atmosphere.
 
cheekygirl75 said:
That sounds amazing & I feel like thunder storms would make it even better! Lots of cozy atmosphere.
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I was a dog in my past life. Me and thunderstorms and fireworks don't go together. But me and alcohol to numb my senses really DO go together. :cool:

MrPimms said:
You mean: no cookies were eaten?
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Uhm.

I took a packet of bourbons but they remained unopened.
 
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