Why is it that us girls have to start dealing with female things as young as 10. Yikes, that is how old I was when the fun began with a period. I think we all read the book by Judy Blume “Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret.” What a great tale and it is soooo true how us girls want to start this “fun stuff.” When I did start all this “fun” my grandmother was so right. She said, “I feel so sorry for her.” My mom said, “Don’t say that.” Well, grandma was SO right! It was hell from the get go and NOT fun. Especially if you have a period that would just be like, “Oh, hello. I’m here! What, you don’t have any pads or tampons? Oh, I’m sorry. And I am REALLY sorry about those nice white pants of yours.” Let’s also not forget the PMS. I remember looking at my husband and saying to him, “Would you jump into a pack of wolves to save me.” Or how about, “When I die, will you smell my clothes?” How IS one supposed to answer this? You know he couldn’t answer correctly because any answer would be the wrong answer. But then NO answer is not the right answer either.
Hot flashes. Are they REALLY necessary???? I am one of those lucky girls who were put into surgical menopause back in 2006. Then of course there is the “to HRT or not HRT” that is the question, question. I did do the HRT but decided about a month ago I would try without. When one of these flashes comes (it’s more like a torch than a flash) I feel like one of those cartoon characters who eat a hot pepper and smoke blows out of their ears. Plus, it is quite embarrassing when I am driving with my husband or my son with my head hanging out the window, like a dog, tongue flapping in the breeze. J
I did decide this week to try some over the counter night sweat medications. Still doesn’t seem to be working. Maybe I am misreading the label. MAYBE because the label says, “for night sweats” this INDEED is what it is doing. Making me sweat. There is nothing sexier than turning toward your mate, looking into his eyes dreamily with your hair plastered to your head and face. Or how about this, lifting UP those boobs and having AT LEAST a gallon of water underneath them. I know you all know what I am talking about when I say this.
There is a wonderful web site called http://www.hystersisters.com/. This web site really helped me out during my before and after the hysterectomy surgery. Such strong women with great stories and great ears that listen. Anybody who has never been through female surgeries or any type of surgery does not really know until you go through it. As I was visiting the web site yesterday I saw they had something called a “chillow.” Now THIS may be something I can look into. Either that or sleeping on a block of ice, which is totally possible at this point. J
As always, have a wonderful day and remember to laugh loudly and smile!
I', so glad to have met you on that very site Kathy! I also would have lost my mind without it! I tried not to HRT.... ohhhhh baaaaaaad things baaaad baaaaaaaaad things!!! Did you know Premarin is some type of purified pregnant mare urine? (like its something you'd want to if you didn't lmao.. sorry!) You'd think they would make the pills any other color but bright yellow! Eww. Yes we all read that book.. and like a sacred tome it gets passed on to my Daughter.. poor dear.. 12 and doesn't know whats about to hit her! My all time fav "Jenisim" however is..
ReplyDelete"They told me it would have a monthly visitor. I got out my tea set!
They told me it would bleed.
I almost fainted!
They told me it had its own isle at the store,a Doctor, medications and "beauty supplies".
I got a job to support it!
They told me it was the cause of my low back pain and why I couldn't zip my favorite jeans one week out of the month.
I bought a heating pad and its own damned clothes!
They warned me it ruins romantic vacations and even more sheets, pants, skirts, shorts, panties, etc.
I cut up my frequent flier card, bought so much black everyone thought I was becoming "goth" and gave it a drawer full of every friggin expensive pair of Victoria's Secret panties it claimed!
They told me it would make me a little irritable.
I cussed them out, cried for four hours and ate a gallon of rocky road!
They told me it was tipped, tilted and inverted.
I drank a bottle of wine and did the same!
They told me it would get me into trouble.
Too late!
They told me it would stretch for my almost 10 lb baby, then be cut and sewn perfectly back together.
I demanded drugs at that point and frankly began to resent it!
No one however told me the #$%@ thing could fall out!!
God has to be a man. It has so many design flaws, you know he didn't read the instructions when he made it!