I’m not too proud to say it: I need a hug really badly right now. I won’t go into all the whys and wherefores, but a hug, and perhaps a pat on the head and some soothing platitudes (“There, there; everything’s okay,”) would be a huge help right now.
And if you need a hug, I’m here to help - just ask. In fact, you don’t even need to ask. If you choose, by dint of reading this sentence, you may consider yourself hugged.
Thanks in advance.
{{{{HoD}}}}
So, where’s mine?!? :dubious:
{{{{VunderBob}}}}
See? All you have to do is ask.
And thank you. 
Last November we finished up a $40,000 remodel to our house. We have been enjoying it immensely.
Last Tuesday our sweet dog accidently locked herself in the bathroom. She then chewed through the supply line to the toilet. Of course my Wife and I were at work. The water ran and ran.
The numbers are still out, but we are looking at about $8000 worth of damage to all our new stuff.
Insurance should take care of it, but the headaches will be many.
{{{{enipla}}}} (and {{{{enipla’s doggie}}}}, who must have been totally freaked out)
{{{HoD}}}
I need a hug because I think I might have postpartum depression. I took a test online and it said I have an 83% chance of having it, and to see a doctor immediately. I went to a different website and I have 13 out of 16 symptoms. Problem is I don’t really have much of a support system, and with my husbands work schedule I can’t see a doctor for at least a few weeks.
{{{Heart of Dorkness}}}
{{{Ludy}}}
{{Ludy}}
Have you looked for some sort of service that can get you to the Dr.? Does your husband have to go to get the ball rolling?
And yes, our poor dog was quite freaked out.
((((hugs))))
I could use a hug because my job is turning upside down and inside out and I will have to be trained in a whole 'nother universe of technology and I am scared shitless.
Also because I have lost my heart to a horse at the rescue I am volunteering at and KNOW I can’t afford to adopt her. And also know it is going to gut me when she is adopted by someone else. 
(((((HoD))))) - just 'cos.
(((((VBob))))), because you’re a cool kid.
(((((enipla and doggie))))) - I am sorry to hear about the damage, it must be tough for you to look at it after putting in so much effort first time round.
(((((Ludy))))), never been there myself but I hope you find the right kind of help to get you back on the path to rainbows and smiles.
(((((PapSett))))), change can be scary but it can be good too. I am off for a job interview tomorrow in a completely different area to what I’ve done for the last few years and I’m actually feeling quite excited about it!
{{{{{{{{{{Ludy!}}}}}}}}}}
I’m so sorry to hear that. I feel you on the no support system; I found that having a baby makes you feel that very keenly, even when there’s no PPD involved. But! You *do *have a support system here at the Dope (of at least one 
- seriously, PM me anytime). I know it’s hardly the same as someone who can show up at your door with a casserole and a shoulder to cry on, but it’s something. And besides, this is not the time to rely solely on friends and family, anyway; they can be your cheerleaders, but you need to call in the professionals. And please do go ahead and call now, don’t wait. Contact your doctor, and tell them your concerns. And get in touch with a local postpartum support group. They might even be able to connect you with someone who could give you a ride to an appointment. I know it’s hard to push yourself to do this, but just remember that it’s much easier once you get the ball rolling.
And here’s another hug, for good measure: {{{{{{{{{{Ludy!}}}}}}}}}}
Oh, and** {{{PapSett}}}**. You can do it. I’m sure if that horse could, she would tell you that she’s very grateful for all you’ve done for her, to save her and enable her to live a long and happy life. And if someone else adopts her, you’ll have more time to help rescue more horses, and that’s a wonderful thing.
Sqiiiiiiiiiiish. I don’t give out those sissy hugs.
Wheeeeeeeeze… oof!
Thanks, stolatt!
{{{HoD, Ludy, PapSett, Enipla}}}
Why yes, my arms -are- that long, thank you!
No hug needed this afternoon, actually doing pretty well, but always like to give a hug to folks what need it. As for comforting words, I’ve found this to be good in a generic sense:
Every knot was once straight rope, and can be so again.
Another good one:
Cheap taco night!
{{{All}}}
I’ve had plenty of times I could have used a hug. In my family (and too many of my friends), I am the support system. Over the last few months, dealing with my Dad’s prostate cancer, surgery, and impending radiation, I’ve had to lean on more of my friends than I’d like to. When I found out his PSA was still elevated after the prostate was removed, I just left the office and went for an hour walk. I really could have used a hug that day.
But I’m doing ok right now.
So my hugs come with a very-recent-and-real-life “It gets better.”
-D/a
{{{{HoD}}}}
{{{Ludy, Enipla, PapSett}}}
{{{Everyone}}}
Things DO get better. I know it from experience.
Well I told my husband that I needed to see a doctor and why. His response was, huh. And that’s it. No further discussion at all. Its a wonder I don’t feel like I have any support.
Will an extra hug help? Well, it can’t hurt…
{{Ludy}}
-D/a
{{{{{{Hugs to any and all}}}}}}}}}
This is why: http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showpost.php?p=14941879&postcount=91
Finally put in police report today. Not pressing charges - I don’t think I would survive the legal process
and a Huge hug to madrabbitwoman