Please know that I do not advise this plan for others and I get that my plan is without merit and should be avoided by all others. This plan is only intended for me. That said, this is my current regimen:
1. Eat crap. Now is not a time for following the guidelines of the USDA. Forget your greafy-leans, I mean leafy greens, and fiber and all other dietary recommendations that Dr. Oz or Dr. Phil or any other doctor told you. This is a time for crap. If you can't eat this food without a knife it does not fit the bill. My recommendations are macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, cereal that has an extremely low fiber content. In fact any food that does not require you chew too hard should be okay. Ice cream is perfect as no chewing is required at all. I like to put my ice cream in the microwave to mush it up more. Other people are old school and want to wait until the ice cream melts on its own. As I feel so rotten I don't have the endurance to wait for ice cream to melt. In my present state time is expanded. Minutes feel like hours, hours feel like days and days feel as long as months---I will not go on and tell you what months feel like because I am guessing you can fill in the blank on that one. Hence, it could take up to an hour for the ice cream to melt and I just can't wait that long.
2. Do not groom or bathe. Looking and feeling like crap go hand in hand. This may be difficult to do, but, do not brush your hair, teeth or do any other brushing of any kind. And, if you are in shock and despair you just don't have the energy to stand in the shower. Some who do not understand may suggest you will feel better if you take a shower---but they just don't understand. In fact, f*ck any suggestion that is followed by "it will make you feel better." By day three it may be hard to keep this one up. But, if you relent and take a shower do not admit to anyone under any circumstances that it made you feel any better. Lie if you must.
3. Have amazing friends who tell you how wonderful you are, how much they love you and listen to them tell you how everything will be fine. Then fight them tooth and nail and tell them how you are now and forever doomed and how things will never-ever-ever get better and how they just don't see that there is no chance of things changing for all time, eternity and....
4. Watch crap tv. This is not a time for reading great literature--as even in the darkest of literature there will be underlying motif of resurrection or redemption. No, the companion to loss, despair and chthonic grief is "Charles in Charge" or "Small Wonder." Nothing is more depressing than bad TV. But, as we currently don't have a TV I cannot do what I would usually do, which is to flip through all 1000 channels and grow more despondent as there is nothing on. Instead, I have gotten hooked on the show "Lost" and I am finding it an apt metaphor for my current state of displacement, loss, alienation and lack of a rescue team arriving in Austin to make my life all better. The one down side of watching '"Lost" back to back, from season one to four, is that it is distracting me from incessant ruminations on all my misery and it also has cut down my crying which is unfortunate.
5. Do not move. You do not want to risk getting any serotonin, endorphins or any other "ins" flowing in your system. Move as little as possible. Keep remote control, tissues and whatever other accoutrement of despair you require on your person at all times. Be sure to keep things to remind you of the wound/loss/heartbreak/etc. are best to keep within a three feet radius of wherever you are stationed. I prefer the couch to the bed as it allows me to move less and have greater access to the kitchen and the bathroom with less steps to get there. And, when you do walk, be sure to walk like you are a very old person with severe arthritis.
6. Create a cocoon of darkness. No light. Curtains, drapes and blinds all drawn simultaneously. Ideally the room should be so dark that you could develop film in it. You want the room to match your inner life---and if it is dark as mine you are going for a kind of bat cave of darkness type look sans stalactites. Eschew well meaning suggestions of turning on a light or opening a window to let the breeze in. Do not be tricked into inadvertently letting any light in.
7. Have the appropriate accessories of sturm und drang. This is a time for lots of pillows and blankets. Different flavors of grief may require different kinds of pillows and blankets. On occasion, I have gone for the cocoon variety in which I make a kind of larval structure out of a mass of pillows, and a stack of blankets that protect me from the hardness of life. Other times my grief has been more monastic and I have permitted myself only a single pillow and a thin cotton throw. Some sufferings require a downy soft pillow and a duvet filled with goose feathers to comfort my wounded soul. This time I have a trinity of pillows, one down pillow for softness, one hard pillow for structure and one throw pillow to create leverage when I need to sit up a little bit, as my spine seems unable to sit up on its own accord. My blanket du jour is what I call a Korean Velux. I don't know what these blankets are really called, but they are extremely heavy blankets that feel like they are made out of the fabric that makes teddy bears and they usually have a less than aesthetically pleasing print on them. He-weasel worked with a Korean woman and he asked her if she knew of these blankets as I had long longed for one. I had once used one at a friend's house (her sister had just returned from military duty in Korea and she lugged the 50 pound blanket home). He-weasel's co-worker had a bit of a crush on him so soon after his inquiry he came home with my Korean Velux. I was so delighted to get the blanket and happily ignored the fact that that the women who gave it to us would like to be undercover with my weasel, not that she had a chance--my weasel is a one weasel man--blanket or no blanket.
8. Make a list of all the crap things that have happened to you in your life and read it over frequently. When find yourself feeling at all better repeat #'s 8, 9, and 10 until you are once again huddled in the fetal position.
9. Look at yourself in the mirror and make the cry face and watch yourself cry--amplify the feelings with words that will trigger you. My favorites are "why?", "it's so unfair" and "no." Use words that will best get you crying. For best results number 8 and 9 can be done together. And, if you are sticking to number two seeing yourself in the mirror ought to amplify the pain.
10. Look at PhD programs that you have neither the GRE scores nor the cash to go to and see how if you just would have an ability for math you could be going to the grad school of your dreams instead of lying on the sofa, eating Captain Crunch and watching "Lost." If this is not a sore spot for you--tour your internal regrets and see which one torments you the most and then find away to torture yourself with it. If you wanted to be a ballerina or a professional athlete or whatever you dreamed of being---there is a way to torture yourself with what could of been all by searching the internet on the comfort of your sofa.
Do not vary from the above activities. Strict adherence to the previous ten rules are required or you may start to feel better. I know because, yesterday, I took a walk, showered, ate a regular meal, let He-weasel open the curtains and laughed some---and I am feeling a little bit better today.
Friday, April 25, 2008
How not to get over heartbreak, huge disappointment, shock, death and despair
Labels: He-Weasel, Irony, La Belette Rouge, Self-Indulgent


37 comments:
This is really funny stuff. Definitely a keeper for a future book of essays that you'll one day write.
Bonne chance with everything today.
xo --
Marsi
::hugs, cuddles, & pets Weasel:: At your beck & call for retail therapy. Or copious wine drinking.
Well, you can take a small bit of solace in the fact that such a sturm und drang-y episode helped create this wonderful post.
But Small Wonder? Really? I'm not sure what's worse, that or the Scott Baio-vehicle. Please, eschew teevee programming and do lots o' that walking lest you actually find yourself watching those blights. ;-)
Dear Dear LBR,
Our similarities are eery, once again. Cap'n Crunch? My all-time favorite comfort cereal. Just devoured a box upon returning from our trip.
And Lost? I was addicted until last year, took a year off, and then last night I watched it again for the first time....I have NO clue what is going on, and I feel so, uh, lost, because I was the one friends would go to for recaps and theories.
I love your list today, it is SOOOO how I deal with disappointment too.
And shame on you for breaking the rules and starting to feel better already!
:)
Love,
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
Yeah, glad your back and breathing fresh air again, I know its trite but tiny steps and a glass of chilled Sauvignon Blanc of course and Lots of Love.
I'm glad you are able to get lost in LOST. It does help to have those distractions and comforts. And what is this about looking at PhD programs? ;-) Is that my fault?
Yeah, health food is absolutely out of the question right now. Stick with the basic food groups: jack, cupcakes, queso, cap'n crunch, and ice cream!
Love and miss you!
That last paragraph is very clever -- I should have known you were building to such a conclusion. If you were still in the state implied by your ten steps, you'd never have been able to muster the energy or wit to write such a funny piece.
I'm glad despite your problems you can talk of them in a funny way.
I know dear, everything seem dark and one has no strength to keep going, and junke food it's the first thing that we want to eat.
Hope things are getting better with some light.
Big hug.
I do #10 ALL the freakin' time. Maybe one of these days, i'll reach down and grab a hold and go. Funny thing is that I can go to grad school anytime I want at the UW. I just wanted to go to a UK or French uni. Ah well, we can't have everything.
HHmmm....
I have to go look at something online, excuse me.
;-)
FYI:
The blogger word verification codes are getting out of control.
But of course! Not cleaning up is always comforting and leads to self indulgence, which later feels soooooooo nice (kills time!). LOL Charles in Charge (memories, memories..).
Thanks, now I don't feel I'm the weird one ;) All the best today!
I give you a very NSFW Monty Python song that has nothing to do with anything. I just want to put a smile on your face:
The Penis Song -
Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis?
Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong?
It's swell to have a stiffy.
It's divine to own a dick,
From the tiniest little tadger
To the world's biggest prick.
So, three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas.
Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake,
Your piece of pork, your wife's best friend,
Your Percy, or your cock.
You can wrap it up in ribbons.
You can slip it in your sock,
But don't take it out in public,
Or they will stick you in the dock,
And you won't come back.
Ooooo baby, you got the gift. Glad you're not letting it go to waste!
Will be back in touch after India, assuming the snakes et al don't get me.
Bisoux,
Karen
Oh, boy. Miss Janey is very familiar with this routine... Hope things improve soon.
You totally stole this plan from me. Except for #10.
((hug))
Oh that sounds like superior wallowing, very impressive. I love how that even though you are in the midst of despair you are able to observe the situation and write hilariously about it for us.
Marsi: The one great thing about being a writer is that no matter whit shit happens it can always, through time and effort, be turned into material. And, yes, book of essays. Please, from your mouth to a publisher's ears.
And, Marsi, you are an angel. You will be hearing from me very soon. xo
Stylespy: Thanks for the hugs, cuddles and pets. And, your willingness to do an intervention.;-) Sadly, when I am sad I have no interest in shopping and no ability to drink. Think that my Irish and Native American genealogy prevents me from drinking when things are really bad. And, that is a good thing.
Randal: You are so kind to me.
No, really---watching "Charles in Charge" or "Small Wonder"are part of the diagnostic criteria of depression. Take a look at the DSM-IV and you will see for your self. But, alas, neither of these shows are available to download from the internets.
Dear CCCCCCCCCCCCCCC,
Of course we share the love of Lost and the Capy of Crunch. The similarities are so eerie that you and I could be cast members of Lost. I am relieved to know that I am not the only one who does this.
So happy you are back from France. Missed you!
Indigo16: Inch by inch--it will get better. There was a lot of progress today--so much so that there may be need for celebrating small accomplishments. And, yes, there will be wine. Merci!
B: Inch by inch life's a cinch. yard by yard it is fuckin' hard. Thanks for being my kite holding friend. Please meet us tonight for the queso( oh, how I wish).
Materfamilias: Did I trick you? Yes, unless there was some change I wouldn't have been able to write. I have to be able to laugh at myself or I cannot write. I am so grateful for laughter.
Seeker: Feel better today than yesterday. I hope tomorrow is better still. I am getting hope back and that is a major accomplishment this week. Thanks for all your love, prayers and wishes. They are felt. Big hug.
Colleen: As I have already done grad school, #10 is just pure self torture about what could have been and it is not something I want to do again. I may be crazy--but I am not masochistic enough to do another round of it. If I am craving pain there is always a trip to the gym or I could look at what the franc to the dollar exchange rates used to be.
p.s. Sorry my codes were being mean to you. :-(
Lynn: I am so happy to know I am in such good company. You mean you too have watched the delightfully horrible Scott Baio? Mwah-ha-ha!
Have a lovely weekend, Lynn.
Kristen: Wow, I never so that coming. ;-) Love me some Monty Python songs. My favorite is "always look on the bright side of life.
Karen: You are so kind to me. Thanks for your tres gentile bon mots.
Have a fantastic time in India. I can't wait to hear about it. Oh, I hope you avoid snakes, parasites and all other unpleasantnesses and enjoy the colour, culture and flavor of India. I would love to go if they would just get rid of the snakes. Will miss you while you are gone.
Miss Janey: You too? And, yes, today is better. I got makeup on and went out to lunch and even know the window is open and I am letting light in.
WendyB: Well, if you don't have a #10 then go back to #8 and reread.;-)
Cybill: It has taken time, but I think I have become a master at wallowing. And, I am grateful that writing allows me an hour or so of objectivity and the ability to laugh at myself. Glad it made you laugh, too. ;-)
Sounds like you've honed this wallowing thing to an art form, and you've made it work for you. Win-win!
Deja Pseu: I am a big believer in going with feelings instead of fighting them--and by fully feeling them they will change. In contrast, when I try to cheer up I often end up feeling worse.
I am so happy that you are back to writing. Your sense of humor has never been lost, and yes, blankets are really good. I am somewhat of a blanket lover myself, having just ordered one from Garnet Hill for $ 180.00 to go on the foot of my bed that my dogs and cat will be sleeping on. Go figure. Some things just can't be explained. Glad to see you getting your self back.
Leigh in NC
LBR - Exactly. "What you resist, persists." :-)
Leigh: Thank you! I did misplace my humour for several days. I was happy to discover that it was not permanently lost. And, I am not one to judge on blanket purchasing. While Inkey does not have his own blanket (he could and would have one if he wanted one, even if it what he wanted was a high-count Egyptian cotton and Hungarian down comforter). But, I do modify the way I sleep for his comfort. I sleep with my legs scrunched up and I try not to move so he can comfortably sleep on the edge of the bed. Aah, the things we do for love.
p.s. I love Garnet Hill beddings. Their flannel sheets are great. Hope your pets enjoy their new blanket. :-)
Deja Pseu: And what you embrace you erase. Mwah-ha-ha!!! ;-)
Don't tell anyone, but I had a secret crush on Scott Baio....
Lynn: You're secret is very safe with me. Now for the rest of the internet I am not sure what to say---but I feel pretty confident they too will keep your secret. ;-)
This is a very familiar list. Wallowing in self-pity can be strangely satisfying for a while, but I'm glad to hear you're coming out of it.
Iheartfashion: Don't get me wrong, but I am so relived that I am not the only one who actively courts their grief. And, the delightful irony is that by doing that I think we get out of it sooner. Individual mileage may vary.;-)
Ah, but you forget that I work in a repository of books, one of which is a copy of the DSM-IV. And what do I see?
Nothing about either of those shows. The ones that should be an integral part of any program are Full House and The Facts of Life.
Just to tell you that I thought of you.
A big hug ma belle, keep going.
Love
Randal: Oh, you have an old un-updated copy. And, you are right, "Facts of Life" and "Full House" are also in there.
Seeker: Thanks so much for your kind thoughts and coming over to say hello. Big hug! xo
I'm so happy to see that you're still writing! Isn't it so therapeutic?
I see a hit article in your near future! I completely agree with you, for the record...Having recently experienced a devastating loss, the pity party is wrapping up but consisted of a lot of angry shouting, red wine, and cigarettes. Other than the wine, I try to avoid the other two regularly...
Lavendar Honey: To change the subject, love the image that your blog name evokes. Really lovely!
And, yes, writing is great therapy. Having great bloggy friends helps a lot to. Thanks for the post. Always happy to see you.
Kaili: If only some magazine editor was looking for information on how to stay depressed and found my essay and would immediately offer me my own column. Uh, that would be nice. Hmm, must revisit #10 of my list.
But, yes---red wine, cigarettes and angry yelling can all be helpful in the healing process.Happy you are feeling better and feel the need for less of 2 of the 3.
You gather your strength from wit and writing. It's good to see you doing better and one step at a time.
Slowly but surely..
take care luv,
Grayburn
Ha! I love this post. I'm like an expert on the no-chew policy. And, I am old school. I NEVER micro the ice cream. That takes way too much effort.
Thanks for giving me a great laugh, even if you aren't feeling back to bright and cheery yet. Very generous :-)
I wonder how ENC found this post. I just saw it in her tweet and I was thinking well this is new but then it isn't. I hope you feel better. I know your loved one is not well.
My heart goes out to you.
xoxo songy
I love this! I'm definitely an avid follower of #2 when it comes to feeling like crap. But I've never followed #2 with #9. Genius. I will save that for my next crisis.
S.
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