Notes from Davina's Diary
This is what I see from my window today. They've just declared it Snow Day in London, and the streets are blanketed with unbelievable white powder. We haven't had this kind of snow in so many years. In fact, I don't know if I could work because I don't have a 4 x 4 vehicle, and I can't use a snowmobile to glide to work in the London streets. I'll be arrested by the bobbies in three minutes flat, what with London's surveillance cameras kicking in, in every street corner (haven't you heard, Big Brother is truly watching our every move here!)
A year ago, I would dread staying at home, and the sight of snow and ice would send me to the pits of depression.
In fact, a year ago, I was confined to a kind of loony bin hospital, and all I could remember was that everyday, rain or shine, I sat in a wheelchair at a particular time,usually morning,and we were led outside the grounds to bask in the sunlight. With the gloomy weather here, that's a bit of wishful thinking, but whatever wisp of sunshine we get, we're thankful.
Everyday our schedule was like this. After an hour has passed for our 'sunning' time, we were led inside the confines of our room, where we waited until the bell would ring again for lunch time; after two hours, it's recreation time, then finally dinner and lights off.
I don't remember the exact day I was confined by my parents. All I remember was that my boyfriend broke up with me this same time last year, and I slid in the tub and tried to slice my wrist. All my memories after that incident is hazy.
It is only now, that I'm up and about did my parents reconstruct the day to day events from my mental breakdown, and subsequent cure.Oh did I tell you? Yes, by some miraculous cure, I was able to get out of my blue, blue funk and recover from said loony bin. How?
Our nurses would play us music during recreation time, and try to interest us in all kinds of music. There was no response, but when a talk show on TV is on, the response was better. Name it, the nurses tried it - Oprah and Ellen were our top facorites, and according to the nurses, we stopped being in a catatonic state and started nodding, but there were no smiles or laughter.
One day, a Filipina nurse turned to the web for radio shows via live audio streaming and she chanced upon this radio show by the Twister named GoodTimes with Mo, Mojo and Grace Lee.
The patients who were lined up like ossified, petrified, mummified stuffed animals now started smiling, then giggling and then laughing and rolling out their heads from side to side.
It created pandemonium and the doctors all started running by the sounds the patients created. When they learned it was a mere radio show, they all started listening and subsequently cracking up too by the wild subject matters elucidated by Mo Twister.
From then on, all the patiends, nurses, doctors and orderlies got hooked on the show and we all looked forward to the taped shows created by a fan, and we just listen and laugh and have a great time.
After three months of a zombie like existence, the doctors started observing the improvements in my personality. I was still a little depressed, but it was now becoming more manageable. The good thing is, I don't need to take expensive medicines for any mood disorder. I still go to a psychologist once a week, but in three months, I could see the therapy sessions ending because I see myself getting really well from the depressed state I'm in. I've become a real functioning human being who can take reality really well.
The thing that helped me go through the toughest time in my life is listening to Mo Twister, Mojo and Grace Lee's show. Oh yeah, their music sucks since they play the same music again and again, and I hate porn, especially Mo's predilection to nubile men and women showing their junk and sending it to their yahoo address, which they'd eventually post in their JudgemyJunk website. But on the whole, this show beats Prozac and ten other mind numbing medications to combat depression.
Oh my, the snow has now hit my window sill. The white powder has become balls of rain and sleet and snow.
If this weather holds up, this city will look like "The Day After Tomorrow". But I dont' care. I could even look outside my window now, and just marvel at its opaque magnificence. It's so nice to stay at home and just curl up with a book and a hot mug of chocolate. The best thing is, I could tune in to that funny,funny radio show and just bask in laughter and happiness for three hours.
Oh glorious snowbound day!!
(Photo thanks to wolfiewolf)
