On PND and laughter (and on how my husband gets taken for a gay guy at a pub)
Friday, 16 December 2011 
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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 giggle.
“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.)
Uh oh, my hubby wears a scarf inside too. Is this a signal for something ;-) I love the fact that he said ‘not tonight’. I guess he likes to keep them hoping.
Sorry to hear you’re feeling blue…marathon sounds like a good plan. Lovely to meet you the other day…
I was amused by the ‘not tonight’ bit as well, but apparently that’s the NICE way to reject someone :) (?)
That is the part that crack me out as well. I mean the “not tonight” bit :)
Sorry you are feeling a bit down. I have to admit that this Xmas is really hectic! Anyway, as for your husband, I wouldn’t worry: my husband gets chatted up from time to time. The gay scene is pretty strong in London. As long as he was not tempted, you have nothing to worry about!
Am sending you good vibes from Pimlico!