Sunday, August 21, 2011
THE SITUATION ROOM
If you have read my last two blog entries then you already know that I lost BOTH my dogs within one week of each other ( in other words…they DIED).
Since then I have been experiencing what is cleverly called SITUATIONAL DEPRESSION…I guess because my SITUATION has been REALLY depressing!
The question has been …. how do I get through the depression until I get used to my new situation…which is a house completely devoid of another living thing.
Being a woman my first reaction to my SITUATION (between crying jags) was to spend a lot of time in a deep relationship with Chocolate Chunk Cherry ice cream. This actually worked until I crashed into a hypoglycemic canyon….I have now eliminated sugar from my life (it makes me sad).
Then I went online (of course) and googled …trying to find suggestions that would magically make me feel better. I will share a few that appeared (and yes these really did appear):
Get outside and get some sun! The Vitamin D is good for you!.. (but at my age it makes me look like crushed leather)
Take a multivitamin (seriously…um…what I took was St. John’s Wort…trust me, it works)
Write a hand-written letter to someone (no…no…spent many years waiting for the technology that would free me from writing by hand)
Go for a long walk (this did not work as the walk thing is what I did with one of my dogs and all it did was make me sad)
Paint your toenails a funky color (except that would draw attention to my old feet which are funky enough)
Drink more water ..(why)
Make an effort to chat someone up in public (This mostly consisted of telling random strangers that my dogs were dead…which I admit elicited sympathy but then they all wanted to tell me about their dead dogs and this made us all sad)
Buy a slinky and let it crawl down a set of stairs in public ( do NOT try this on an escalator……they get caught in a never ending cycle…..slinkies are now on the list of THINGS THAT MAKE ME SAD)
Watch Sex in the City ( When I first saw this I thought it said WATCH SEX….which had its possibilities but then I would have had to add it to my COMCAST bill and…COMCAST already makes me sad …)
Read “O” magazine ( upon exploration I found that the first article was about how pets enhance lives….”O “now makes me sad)
Take a nap (this was pretty much how I had spent my days…when I wasn’t crying or eating ice cream..I guess I was only supposed to take A nap..not make it a lifestyle)
Start a postcard collection (and I would do this WHY?)
Smile at everyone you think is hot that walks by you (I live in Florida…EVERYONE is hot!..)
Instead of fussing over “extra pounds” use “ FAT IS WHERE IT’S AT as your mantra (this kind of supports my CHOCOLATE CHUNK CHERRY approach)
Write a poem (I did that…it was about my DEAD DOGS!)
Use a lotion with self tanner in it, or self tanner… the glow will make you feel better (it didn’t)
Cut down on your caffeine intake (uh…caffeine was the only thing that kept me from the napping lifestyle…)
Buy a jump rope and burn calories while you have fun (have a foot neuroma….NOT going to happen)
Tell that guy being a jerk to go f@#k himself. (yes…could do that except the GUYS in my life who are jerks are all middle school adolescents and I am their teacher…bad form..and I NEED my job)
Every time you look in the mirror, tell yourself you’re a sexy bitch, even if people are around! (I am still trying to get a visual on this one)
Get a sexy shade of lip gloss (because everyone knows that lip gloss makes you forget….)
Watch Saturday morning cartoons (like Clifford, The Big Red DOG)
Keep a kit of daily necessities you can’t live without by your side at all times (like ice cream, Kleenex, and a pillow).
Join a social networking group (People Who Have Dead Dogs)
Spend time with children and elders ( I am a teacher and my mother lives in the community next door to mine…..enough said?)
Don’t spend time with negative people (I teach middle school…..)
Meditate (Why are my dogs dead…oommmmmmmm)
Take frequent “breathers” at work ( hello…I teach MIDDLE SCHOOL!! )
Invest in a down comforter (Florida…we do not understand down comforters)
Let bullshit roll off your shoulders (I actually put this one into practice)
So how, you ask, have I spent my days? It is all about distraction….
And, speaking of distraction, I want to thank the creators of the following TV series… FALLING SKIES, MTV’S TEEN WOLF, and MEMPHIS BEAT. All just had their season finales…you got me through the month with three consecutive nights of weekly episodic anticipation.
I am a reader but if you look to the right at my reading list you will notice that THE COMING REVOLUTION is still in progress (sorry Walid…but trying to focus and teach myself about what the hell is going on in our world makes me sad).
ATLAS SHRUGGED is only half read…( Objectivism makes me sad.)
But, I HAVE completed 2 foo foo mysteries, 1 ghost story, and 1 young adult novel.. ….distraction.
And…now my awful summer has ended. I have completed my first week back at work…remember…middle school teacher? My duties have changed dramatically and have immersed me in distraction. However, I did learn that, when my happy enthusiastic colleagues asked me how my summer was I should not have blurted out MY DOGS DIED!
Depression is a thief. It steals all the fun out of life and leaves you trying to cope without the tools you need. Humor is one of those tools, and it's more important than one might think. I HAD a sense of humor until my SITUATION became DEPRESSING. I am trying to recover it. So I leave you with some jokes:
Welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline.
If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2.
If you have multiple personalities, please press 3, 4, 5, and 6.
If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and what you want. Just stay on the line so we can trace the call.
If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell you which number to press.
If you are depressed, it doesn't matter which number you press. No one will answer.
If you are delusional and occasionally hallucinate, please be aware that the thing you are holding on the side of your head is alive and about to bite off your ear.
I was depressed last night so I called Lifeline. They've got a call center in Pakistan. I told them I hated my life.... They got all excited and asked if I could drive a truck.
I was walking along the beach when I kicked a bottle poking up through the sand. Opening it, I was astonished to see a cloud of smoke and a genie smiling at me.
"For your kindness," the genie said, "I will grant you one wish!" I paused, laughed, and replied, "I have always wanted a road from Hawaii to California."
The genie grimaced, thought for a few minutes and said, "Listen, I'm sorry, but I can't do that! Think of all the pilings needed to hold up the highway and how long they'd have to be to reach the bottom of the ocean. Think of all the pavement. That's too much to ask."
"OK," I said, not wanting to be unreasonable. . Make me understand ME. What makes me laugh and cry, why am I temperamental, why am I so difficult to get along with, what do I really want? Basically, teach me to understand what makes ME tick!"
The genie paused, and then sighed, "Did you want two lanes or four?"