Friday, September 28, 2007

Murphy's Law

. . . apparently follows me into my new adventures in the blogsphere. Figures. The Children's Hospital report showed in the mail today, tucked underneath my highly anticipated grandinroad halloween catalog. My favorite sentence thus far, and I'm very tired and have only skimmed it, is the doctor recalling our actual meeting in August, and stating "the parents have been grieving appropriately." PHEW! That's a load off, because I was starting to wonder. In fact, what is INappropriate grieving? Is there a Miss Manners text on this that no one has brought to my attention? Maybe I should have told them about those Thank You cards that I have yet to send.

In any event, the funky stuff, should you care to continue googling, is: 3-hydroxyisobutyrate dehydrogenase. There's also some stuff that I had forgotten about acidosis, so really, if you're medically inclined and want more, I'm waiving my privacy here.


niobe said...

Hmmm.... I have to say that, stupid as it sounds, I was completely convinced that I was grieving inappropriately. I felt like I couldn't even do that right.

Tash said...

Heh. I must have ingested too much of the "There is no wrong way! It's all good!" KoolAid. I feel a bit liberated to simply feel like shit, but know that it's "appropriate."

Kristen said...

I must be drinking the same Kool-Aid because I don't really think there is an "inappropriate" way to grieve. Appropriateness is subjective.

For example, I think if you are outwardly injuring other people or yourself or using your grief as an excuse for treating people however you want is not healthy. But it happens and I wouldn't say it is "inapppropriate".

Tash said...

Yup, I agree Kristen. I think, though, Niobe's point is that once you get so freakin' down on your body for all of it's failures that you begin to doubt it's ability to do ANYTHING right. I can't produce a living, non-mutatnt apparently, and here I'm getting ingrown hairs on my legs. What's THAT about?