On Wednesday, after three days of finding it extremely easy to be nice to my students without even faking it, which is what I had been having to do, and this despite having to get up at stupid:30 a.m. after a long and luxurious spring break, I realized something:
A whole bunch of people said they could relate to that statement, which made me wonder, how I/we might deal with this problem in the future.
Things that might help:
- Awareness? Is there a service that will email me, “Easy there, Ame; you’ve got the SAD,” every week from November to March for the rest of my life?
- Moving to the Equator?
- Seasonal meds? Is that a thing? Do people dose up on Celexa during non-Daylight Savings Time?
Things that don’t help:
- Light box. I have one. It’s in my shed. I have to be at work at 7:15, so getting up 30 minutes earlier to sit in front of a light box? Ain’t nobody got time for that.
I was telling a friend about this problem today, and he says he uses a light—wait for it—VISOR. Like a light box, but FOR YOUR HEAD. Hahahaha.
Other thoughts?
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Three years ago, I was writing a lot about my students, so it’s all password-protected, but here’s a good one if you have the password.
Two years ago, I offered you all an obscene sum for a simple, simple task, and you FAILED. YOU’RE ALL FAILURES.
One year ago, I bought a new car! I love it. It is covered in dog hair and nose prints.
Apropos of nothing, you guys would tell me if you thought I had nose cancer, right? I seem to have a growth on the left side of my nose that’s been getting bigger for a few years. Probably just a wort, right? Because I’m a spinster, and spinsters get those.
Happy Retrobruxist Friday, y’all.