Yes. I've come to the point of NO return. Middle
age. I've fought it a long time. I realized life was coming to a close
lets say "approximately" a decade ago when I turned 35.
35 was depressing to me. I figured life was half over after all when people hit 70 they were too old to do much anyway. I had just left a job at a retirement community, so I had only seen the "down side" of 70+ for the most part. Yep. life was half over. Yay me.
Life never stays the same or turns out like you think it will and within just a few months of my 35th birthday I could say YAY me! With a bit more gusto. But also during that time weird things happened to me and I ended up having the dreaded partial hysterectomy.
I know hormones serve a purpose and there is a natural rhythm and flow to life. It's the way things are just meant to be. But... a hysterectomy messes all of that up in a big, big way. It whacked me upside the head and took me by surprise. I didn't think about asking questions, nor did my doctor offer any information. He told me there is "this problem" and "this solution" and I said "okay, let’s do this", and just like that it was a done deal.
Night sweats.
Hot flashes.
Need I say more?
This went on for a short while and of course there is a pill for everything. Okay, I'm open to that. Then there's this thing with a family history of breast cancer. A very close and serious history. Well, I guess I'll skip the pills.
So, hot flashes became a regular thing. Night sweats too.
Weight gain. Like I needed more of that. Who doesn't? You would think chocolate cravings go away. Let me tell you, they don't. The effects are harder to get rid of too.
But worse than all that was the mustache. Nobody told me I'd get a mustache! Great, Sally Hansen and I have to be intimate friends now. I'd rather choose my own friends rather than have them thrust upon me. But what choice does a girl have? It's that or the "Just for Men" for the mustache/beard thing... but that's just for men, which I'm not. They probably would card me at the check out if I tried to buy that stuff and it probably would not give the results a woman would want. Nope. Sally Hansen would HAVE to be my friend.
Sometimes the hormonal symptoms a woman can endure are super human. It is no wonder you see more and more women committing heinous crimes. They just can't take it anymore. Juries should have more compassion. Our prisons are overcrowded anyway.
Then at almost age 45... Yep. 10 years of this. I had endured all I could and finally gave into the expensive natural hormone cream that I had fought against for a long time due to the expense and lack of faith that ANYTHING truly would help.
Wallah!
No more hot flashes. No more night sweats. Cool. No, seriously. Cool.
I wasn't really paying attention, but that chocolate craving kind of let up and so did a few pounds. But what really got me was I didn't have to hang out as frequently with Sally anymore! This is so awesome. I really don't like her. I just endure her company. I also didn't need to shave my legs as often, hardly ever! This is really good because there never seems to be enough hot water to do that when I take a shower anyway. Oh I like this!
I like this hormone cream. I'm starting to justify the expense now.
At 46, suddenly my eyesight started to go. What the heck? I went from reading glasses to tri-focals! My vanity isn't happy about it but am I to literally fumble through life blindly? I asked my doctor if one of my medications could be causing it since it seemed so sudden and he laughed. He laughed! He said "No, I think there's a few more rings around the tree". Ahhhh... I'm getting old. Thanks doc. I was trying not to notice. Let alone have anyone else notice.
Well. I got my glasses.
Ya know what? It's amazing what you can see with new glasses. Hmmm... missed that one.
I shaved my legs.
35 was depressing to me. I figured life was half over after all when people hit 70 they were too old to do much anyway. I had just left a job at a retirement community, so I had only seen the "down side" of 70+ for the most part. Yep. life was half over. Yay me.
Life never stays the same or turns out like you think it will and within just a few months of my 35th birthday I could say YAY me! With a bit more gusto. But also during that time weird things happened to me and I ended up having the dreaded partial hysterectomy.
I know hormones serve a purpose and there is a natural rhythm and flow to life. It's the way things are just meant to be. But... a hysterectomy messes all of that up in a big, big way. It whacked me upside the head and took me by surprise. I didn't think about asking questions, nor did my doctor offer any information. He told me there is "this problem" and "this solution" and I said "okay, let’s do this", and just like that it was a done deal.
Night sweats.
Hot flashes.
Need I say more?
This went on for a short while and of course there is a pill for everything. Okay, I'm open to that. Then there's this thing with a family history of breast cancer. A very close and serious history. Well, I guess I'll skip the pills.
So, hot flashes became a regular thing. Night sweats too.
Weight gain. Like I needed more of that. Who doesn't? You would think chocolate cravings go away. Let me tell you, they don't. The effects are harder to get rid of too.
But worse than all that was the mustache. Nobody told me I'd get a mustache! Great, Sally Hansen and I have to be intimate friends now. I'd rather choose my own friends rather than have them thrust upon me. But what choice does a girl have? It's that or the "Just for Men" for the mustache/beard thing... but that's just for men, which I'm not. They probably would card me at the check out if I tried to buy that stuff and it probably would not give the results a woman would want. Nope. Sally Hansen would HAVE to be my friend.
Sometimes the hormonal symptoms a woman can endure are super human. It is no wonder you see more and more women committing heinous crimes. They just can't take it anymore. Juries should have more compassion. Our prisons are overcrowded anyway.
Then at almost age 45... Yep. 10 years of this. I had endured all I could and finally gave into the expensive natural hormone cream that I had fought against for a long time due to the expense and lack of faith that ANYTHING truly would help.
Wallah!
No more hot flashes. No more night sweats. Cool. No, seriously. Cool.
I wasn't really paying attention, but that chocolate craving kind of let up and so did a few pounds. But what really got me was I didn't have to hang out as frequently with Sally anymore! This is so awesome. I really don't like her. I just endure her company. I also didn't need to shave my legs as often, hardly ever! This is really good because there never seems to be enough hot water to do that when I take a shower anyway. Oh I like this!
I like this hormone cream. I'm starting to justify the expense now.
At 46, suddenly my eyesight started to go. What the heck? I went from reading glasses to tri-focals! My vanity isn't happy about it but am I to literally fumble through life blindly? I asked my doctor if one of my medications could be causing it since it seemed so sudden and he laughed. He laughed! He said "No, I think there's a few more rings around the tree". Ahhhh... I'm getting old. Thanks doc. I was trying not to notice. Let alone have anyone else notice.
Well. I got my glasses.
Ya know what? It's amazing what you can see with new glasses. Hmmm... missed that one.
I shaved my legs.
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