Update please Bri.
I've read that you're bald, puking, despairing of never having sex again and drinking too much. Is that pretty much an update?
Don't worry, you sound like Yul Brynner after a heavy night and I'm sure he got sex. If not, don't fret too much, there are other options. Like DIY, then go round giving everyone stink finger all day. Or I've heard rohypnol can be quite good?
Seriously, I am getting myself and my life into shape girl. Once I come off these anti-depressants I intend to whore myself out to medical science and then I'm have the plane fare to come over and sort you out. You have been warned. More likely I will also end up bald and puking as I drunkenly persuade you to shave me in a spirit of sisterly solidarity...
Any time you feel down, just think of me struggling to lose weight, stay off the booze and not snort with laughter in AA meetings when people talk about how God sent them visual hallucinations to stop them drinking (he's got a weird sense of humour) and really you got off lightly with just a little bit of cancer. And then think of my thinner and fitter and stronger and a militant teetotaller headed for your door, and realise things could be worse
