Well it happened. I turned 50. I had a hell of a past few months but I'm much better now. I was not well. I was so unwell I thought I'd lose my mind. When you feel like shit and it doesn't get better, not only is it depressing it's stressful as well.
I turned 50 somewhere between being in agony and getting a lot better.
I'd prefer to not post the details but I got personal emails from a few bloggers with well wishes and I thank you for your thoughtfulness there.
50 was not as traumatising as I thought it would be. But it still sucks. I had the best of dinners, and hit the club scene with 4 of my best peeps and then got presented with a gorgeous blue topaz ring (gargantuan sized) diamond cut in white gold. It's a masterpiece and only someone who really knows me could know my taste. (That statement is meant to be a jab to the blockheads who could never get it right) It's beautiful. I like large sized jewelry. I'm not into dainty piddly things.
Will post again soon.
Just wanted all to know I'm alive and well and planning to go to Manhattan soon.