December 14th, 2008 by Lifeslurper
The last months have been strange.
Stranger than the average Lifeslurper months. Illness tried to do me in. Surgery was therefore delayed. A new Camp Wobbles was located. Current Camp Wobbles has begun the lengthy process of being dismantled, only to be re-assembled just over two and a half hours east of here.
IVF is still here, biding its time as the clear and ever present threat or promise to our lives. I guess it depends on how any given day is proceeding that shapes my view of ART as a curse or a blessing, with very little room between those two extremes for moderate thinking.
Slowly an era of sorts has been coming to a close. Continue reading ‘All boxed up’
September 21st, 2008 by admin
It’s that time of the year.
Being a glass half empty kind of a gal, I have to do my best to not view the year as being over by the time we pass June. It is a yearly ritual. Something I blame on too many years spent as a student*, viewing the world and indeed my life in terms of the calendar year. In the latter half of the year I tend to dismiss the months remain as the fag end of the calendar, making my own silent vows to make better use of my time in the New Year.
Since infertility and ART reared its ugly head in my life, I have become rather time obsessed. I am not suggesting that IVF has assisted me in making better use of my time. Sadly, the real result seems to be an acute obsession with passing time that seems to lead to even more time wasting than my old ways.
Continue reading ‘The new life starts here!’
July 25th, 2008 by admin
It might have been the Clomid-sized headache or it might have been due to general IVF distraction.
Wobbles needed some clean clothes to pack for two nights away in the city. He’s travelled ahead to combine our long IVF test hike with some work-related meetings beforehand. I did a washing load exclusively of his clothing, and took it straight to the dryer. Our rainy location makes fresh air drying impossible at this time of the year. Had the dryer been located in the house, instead of the garage, maybe I would have noticed there was a problem beforehand.
I opened the dryer door to a cascade of newly-navy dotted garments. Seems like one of Wobbles’ beloved texta pens had stolen away for the entire washing and drying journey. This picture shows some detail of a once all-white tee shirt.
Continue reading ‘It will all come out in the wash’
July 21st, 2008 by admin
Not since Lifeslurper’s country childhood has winter seemed so harsh. This season reminds me of cold nights spent in the old family weatherboard farmhouse on a windswept hillside, where a young Lifeslurper would lay awake waiting for one of any given tall member of the surrounding pine groves to blow over and crush us in our sleep.
Here at Camp Wobbles headquarters, the wind whips directly from over the sand dunes head on into the external walls of this high set house. Here a much older Lifeslurper now lays awake and worries about IVF and waits for the winds to tear the roof off the house. Continue reading ‘Sleeping in The Windy City’
