On PND and laughter (and on how my husband gets taken for a gay guy at a pub)
I had a Moaning Myrtle kind of an evening last night – I have been not been taking my Citalopram as often as I should and it looks like it’s caught up with me. I was feeling very very glum and annoyingly teary.
“My God, woman, it’s been 3 years, pull yourself together!” I kept telling myself… but since I had spent the day talking either to pregnant people or to people who’d just had a beautifully peaceful selective-section, the feelings of total failure and humiliation just all came flooding back.
Thankfully when J came home after 10 sometime, he provided me with some humour to end the day on a slightly positive note.
“You know someone tried to pick me up at the pub!”
“Right… ?” I said slowly and was ready to go back to trying to fall asleep.
“It was a GUY!”
“WHAT? What happened???” I was awake :)
“Oh I was just getting some drinks and he started getting all chatty and asked me whether I go to this club in Soho and whether I’d like to join him for drinks…”
“Oh my God! Was he cute?”
“Average I’d say. BUT WHAT DO I KNOW? I THINK he was average… just normal looking…”
“So what did you SAY?”
“Just that I was out with clients and couldn’t join him tonight.”
“OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO GAY! You said “not tonight!” – he’ll think now that you’ll be there some other day! Oh my god, you’re going to have a gay stalker!!”
“Nah, I don’t think so…. “ thinking pause “… it must have been my new jacket… and wearing a scarf inside…”
“I’m not sure it was your jacket, you know it’s not the first time you’ve been hit on by a guy.”
“I KNOW! It’s so frustrating…”
“I think I should gain some weight and stop dressing so nicely…”
“You do that, honey… you do that…”
And then we giggled and talked nonsense for a long time before falling asleep… and by the morning I felt normal again, not a Moaning Myrtle with PND but a normal badass who’s going to run the London Marathon in 2013.
Sometimes laughter IS the best medicine. (But I’ll make sure I won’t skip my Citalopram for the time being either… maybe I’ll try again in the spring.)