Nothing prepares you for a hot flash--a *real* hot flash, not that mild feeling of goodness, it's a wee bit warm. These things are the devil! I'm talking sweat--I never sweat and now, I'm sweating like a--a--gross sweaty thing. For me anyway. And it's an icky clammy kind of sweat, not even a decent sweat like you get on a summer day. My ears are burning, my cheeks are burning, my neck is all sweaty--double chins are no one's friend. Save money now, yong people, odds are no matter how thin you are now, some day, you're going to have double chins. It's good to put away some chin2 money. Get that thing taken in. No need to thank me, I wish someone had told me when I was young and pudgy but tight.
Gravity.
Sucks.
Menopause. Every fucking visit to my doctor ends with, "and even if you're entering menopause, you still need to use birth control--at least for a year." I'm beginning to think he has some kind of fixation. Or maybe he just likes seeing my face screw up, and my exasperated sigh. *sigh*
I share my friends--I'm a sharing kind of person. :)
Gravity.
Sucks.
Menopause. Every fucking visit to my doctor ends with, "and even if you're entering menopause, you still need to use birth control--at least for a year." I'm beginning to think he has some kind of fixation. Or maybe he just likes seeing my face screw up, and my exasperated sigh. *sigh*
I share my friends--I'm a sharing kind of person. :)