Monday, October 17, 2005

GrumbleFutz

Some days are just grumblefutz days. Today the sun is shining, the wind is gentle, the temperature mild, and yet I'm grumblefutzing my arse off. The malady is melancholy. Poetic, huh?

It seems that the Bubble has burst. Am still waiting for the results of the latest series of blood tests, but know in my heart that it's over. I'll try and pull my head out of my arse later this week, but for now I'm going to stay in grumblefutz land. Knitting, with tea and a cat. And wool socks (stole some from the husband). And my hap shawl. And a homemade quilt or two.

Maybe, once medical confirmation of the end of the Bubble has come in, I will drown myself in apricot brandy. Seems like a sensible thing to do.

6 comments:

Deborah said...

Oh Bec, so sorry. Even when it's expected, it's still a disappointment. Take care of yourself.

Deb R said...

I'm so sorry. Sending you gentle cyberhugs...

KarenK said...

So sorry to hear that. Nothing seems like the right thing to say at this difficult time, so that's what I'll say. But I am wishing and hoping for the best for you.

gabrielle said...

Sending love and light...rest, relax, and be selfish, you need this time just for you.

Logan said...

In honour of today's confirmation of the expected news (hormone levels way too low for where I should be in my pregnancy at this point), I stopped and picked up a chocolate swirl cheesecake, whipped cream in a can, and a 2 litre bottle of Coke. Gonna mourn the passing of the little bugger with a massive chocolate/caffeine overdose.

Thanks for all your gentle best wishes - they are felt and truely appreciated. Now, I feel like pigging out until all I can do is lay on the couch and belch. We all deal with things our own way...

tocspaw said...

I'm so sorry you are having a rough time...I've been through 4 miscarriages of my own, and there's simply nothing to say other than they just suck. I think losing that sense of hope and possibility for the future is the worst part of it all. What I can say is that even though it feels hopeless now, you will find yourself again. I knit through my losses as a way to heal, but I have to say, chocolate does help, too! May the darkness lift for you very soon.