passions and soapboxes

Today has been a real bummer. I have been having hot flushes all day. For those of you who don’t know what this is, a hot flush is an intense feeling of heat that starts at your chest and moves up to your face. It leaves you feeling sweaty and dizzy and nauseous. There are a lot of symptoms of menopause, none of them good especially the hot flushes. Here are a few more. You read while I get some ice water.

You also suffer memory loss which I am told will come back eventually. I certainly hope so because now even if I write it down as I have been doing, I forget to look at it so that is no help at all. The drug companies make all these drugs to help men through this stage of life but what about us. Where is our Viagra, where are our personal portable cooling units. Aah! that ice feels good on the back of my neck.

I never use to sweat and now there isn’t enough anti-perspirant in the world to control it. I feel sorry for my husband because at night I insist on having the air conditioning on while he huddles under a blanket freezing. I don’t feel bad about the mood swings though because lately he has been having his own moodiness, so we are even on that score. Why do they call it menopause anyway? Why does everything to do with a woman’s cycle have to start with the word “men”. Who makes these rules. See… you ask dumb questions like that one during menopause, must be the stress. Is it warm in here? I think it’s warm in here.

I saw this cartoon and thought this is how I feel. Maybe once I get through the hormones and the dry skin and the craziness I will feel different. I just know that for now this transitional stage of womanhood sucks big time, worse than I remember puberty. This should be a wonderful time but instead I’m with the chicken. I have stopped laying eggs so get it over with already. Is it just me or is it hot in here? I’m serious, some one check the thermostat…. please.