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Now I understand the joke about how many menopausal women does it takes to screw in a light bulb?
A: WHO THE HELL CARES????
Does anyone out there in mid-life land relate to any of these things:
I can’t seem to figure out this hormonal stuff. I took some “natural” progesterone, but I ran out out it and keep forgetting to get more.
I get my period every 3–4 weeks even though I’m 53.
I sleep 5–6 hours per night.
I just checked a peri-menopause symptom list which apparently was tailor-made for me.
Today, I just got back from making a bank deposit and had filled out the wrong deposit slips and totaled incorrectly.
I drove out to my doctor’s office to pick up a prescription. Was talking on the phone to a friend, and continued driving the wrong way for 5 miles. Turned around and got to the doctor’s office and remembered they said they would mail it.
Left my keys in the car at Costco. Rummaged through my purse for 15 minutes—they were sitting in the seat. Only good thing was the car was unlocked (another thing I forgot to do).
I get psycho angry every time my cell phone vibrates with a new call.
My husband wants more passion and my libido is lethargic.
Is “CLAUSTROPHIC” a symptom?
Where’s a bubble bath when you need it?
Come to think of, I’d just settle for the Calgon commercial.
I’m sure we can all relate to your story.
I woke up early to make it to the store to buy milk so kids can have their stupid cereal, parked my car, went in, the cell rang I continued walking & talking and searching through the aisles, bought stuff that I didn’t need, packed the trunk and came home.
Walked into the kitchen to see 4 of them standing around looking at me….
The only thing that I could come up with that Ralph’s dairy shipment was late this morning…...
No one believed this b.s.
A middle-aged woman seemed sheepish as she visited her gynecologist.
“Come now,” coaxed the doctor,
” you’ve been seeing me for years! There’s nothing you can’t tell me.”
“This one’s kind of strange…”
“Let me be the judge of that,” the doctor replied.
“Well,” she said, “yesterday I went to the bathroom in the morning and heard a plink-plink-plink in the toilet and when I looked down, the water was full of pennies.”
LOL…sorry girls…couldn’t help myself…corny I know…
LOL…sorry girls…couldn’t help myself…corny I know…. :)
“I see.”
“That afternoon I went to the bathroom again and, plink-plink-plink, there were nickels in the bowl.”
“That night,” she went on, “I went again, Plink-plink-plink, and there were dimes and this morning there were
quarters!”
“You’ve got to tell me what’s wrong with me!,” she implored, I’m scared out of my wits!”
The gynecologist put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“There, there, it’s nothing to be scared about.”
Ready for this?
(I’m warning you…..)
The gynecologist put a comforting hand on her shoulder,
“There, there, it’s nothing to be scared about.”
"You're simply going through the change."
I needed this laugh! I’m going to GYN today to tell her I’m either insane or this change this is kicking it up a notch.
Wow.
I thought I was bipolar. Or just good old fashioned clinical depression.
Not taking into consideration at all, that:
a) I’m 44.
b) I lived in England for 3+ years and moved back a year ago (what do they say about stress? even if it’s good stress?)
c) My aunt, with whom I was quite close, died 5 days after I moved back.
d) I’ve had very sporadic and weird periods over the last 2 years.. and now, haven’t had one since July.
e) This last summer, I had what I THOUGHT was the worst stomach flu ever, and without insurance and a lot of doctors, was told I had an inflammatory infection in my fallopian tubes and they HAD to come out, and … was I still ever considering having children?
f) at the same time of this ‘illness‘, though the horrible symptoms (nausea, lightheadedness) subsided, I still got sporadic ‘fevers‘..
... which I FINALLY was told, by a fabulous OB/GYN, through the health insurance I finally have, that no, those aren’t fevers. :) And FINALLY I’m going to be tested for hormone levels, and possibly be put on birth control pills (for the first time in my life, how ironic!) to level things out.
And whether the tubes come out or not, they still wouldn’t work properly, so child bearing isn’t an option either way.
And it’s time to face up and take care of these NORMAL symptoms (well, ok, except for the tube situation, but it’s not life threatening or anything; she was the first doc to tell me it’s much more common than I’d been told before), celebrate who I am and take care of myself… and embrace my age and my life.
So I couldn’t have found this site at a better time!
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