***Sometimes I get questions like, how do you derive fun from being alone? Or, how could you still afford to smile about in spite of?
Other times, questions shift to the opposite side of the spectrum: How could you remain glum when you have many friends to talk to? Why could you not just (and I am really beginning to friggin' hate this thoughtless phrase) move on?
Bottomline is, I suppose I am in a not-so-usual situation and as such I make a pretty good case in progress for life situation studies. [Holmes and Rahe collated 43 life events/stressors and ranked death of a spouse as the top stressor. This list appears in Kaplan and Sadock's Synopsis of Psychiatry. ] Thus I get a good number of questions mainly about how I cope with my loss.
I will not even think about giving any "inspirational" tips - I am far from being inspired anyway - but I do think it is all about will, about wanting to rise above the situation. And even if this is true, I do forget about it at times. These are the times when spontaneity takes over.***
It was a very very rainy Wednesday morning and I was in my clinic, watching the flood rise gradually, approaching the sidewalk that fronts the building. There were very few patients owing to the horrible weather. A nurse turned on the radio, and I went to a small room (where the radio was), which is annexed to the lab. I locked the door and thought about staying there for just a few minutes, alone.
Suddenly, this song played. I remember this tune really really well, for I was a fan of The Boy once in my young and nubile life, and I am not ashamed to admit it.
This video did play in my mind and pretty soon I was having fun dancing a la George O'Dowd, complete with gyrations and footwork. I swear I had fun dancing by myself in that room. By the time I went out, I was grinning, and the nurses were trying to figure out why....
Culture Club, of all things, made my rainy floody Wednesday morning.
4 comments:
How emotional and beautiful story! :o) I can tell you this: it made MY cloudy Friday morning smiley.
And I was always sure about this one: Small things make all the difference in life ;o)
I hope it is no longer cloudy at your side of the world around this time. Thank you for the kind words.
And yes, it is all in the little things. :)
happiness is a state of mind... you choose to be happy despite it being hard. :)
hi reisyn :)
i have always believed that 3 things will keep one alive: faith, pride, and sense of humour. thank you for dropping by.
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