There is a woman, perhaps a friend of mine (definitely not me), who has been driven to craziness this winter. I would diagnose her with SAD, a common seasonal mood disorder, but she’s more NUT-SO than SAD. She actually perks at the suggestion of Monopoly and considers playing Wii in the library to be an ‘event’. The other evening she played numerous games of Pitfall on her Atari Flashback and actually felt ten again, despite the children falling over themselves in dismay at her lack of ability. After all, these children are known to be dramatic. Their art teacher once suggested a film career may be in their future; however, they rather save their antics for a public audience in Wal-Mart, causing perfect strangers to question their mother’s parenting techniques.
One of these children, the boy, has mastered the art of choking on nothing until his face turns into a puffy red tomato and clutching his throat, he drops to floor in obvious suffocation. Stranger stand stunned, more by the fact that his mother is completely ignoring the scene unfolding before her very eyes than by the child choking and dieing in aisle three of Wal-Mart.
The point is that this woman longs to wake up and see a blade of green grass, but awakes to more snow and school delays day after endless day.
What is she to do?
Out of fear of accidentally torching the house, her husband will not allow her to increase the wattage of her lightbulbs. She can attest to the fact that all light therapy treatments that include a pen light DO NOT work. The upside is that the risk of skin cancer being related to pen lights is low.
Today she clings to the promise of Spring. The snow that coats her world is heavy and wet, a Spring snow. She knows there is hope in a Spring snow and she momentarily smiles. By dinner all hope may be lost, so she will gladly accept invitations to visit warm places.
Any suggestions for combating my friend’s low melatonin levels are welcome. She also wants to know…