Originally posted by MacStripey:A lifesign from the other side of fun - a zillion examinations behind me. A minute ago they shaved off some of my hair (not cool),have lots of buttons on my head now,waiting for MRI scan now,computer will calculate the exact way the surgeons will have to take tomorrow. No fun over here.
Originally posted by MacStripey:Okay,now I'm really fucked. One of the docs was just here to explain the surgery in all details to me. Compared to that, last year was a walk in the park.
The fun is gone now for good, no interest in acting Irish anymore. Excuse me but the doc went out with saying he wishes me "all the luck in the world for tomorrow" - wtf, tears and all. Have to call home. Going offline now. If you have some good wishes to share tomorrow between 7 and 12 o'clock,send them my way,I'll gladly use them :-(
Love ya, u2start.
Originally posted by LikeASong:Much love to all of you from Kirsten. I just spoke to her on the phone and she's quite more positive than she was 2 hours ago when she wrote that last post... She sends massive amounts of love to you all, so please you all send massive amounts of good wishes, good thoughts, good luck and love back to her. She could use it tomorrow when the time comes. Thanks in her name