“I love mankind, he said, “but I find to my amazement that the more I love mankind as a whole,
the less I love man in particular.”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
2020 is proving to be the year that we must never mention again.
You know…as in the name that must not be spoken…
This year needs to hurry up and get put in the books— as in done!
Wishing our lives away?
Probably.
So here’s a little scenario, followed with a question.
Have you or anyone you’ve ever loved or known ever passed through that tumultuous
phase of life known as menopause?
You know…that little time in a woman’s life when her body shifts gears, things shrivel up,
fertility goes out the window and hell comes rushing in.
I can readily recall the one day that my happy-go-lucky aunt suddenly broke
down in a massive fit of tears while standing in the middle of my den wailing over
her young granddaughter and our young son having gotten into
a minor fuss over the notion of sharing–as most little kids do.
I thought she’d lost her mind until it dawned on me…
her bizarre wealth of emotion came from one place and one place only…
the dreaded “change.”
So back about 26 years ago when I was 35, I had to have a complete hysterectomy…
due to some serious health issues.
At the time, our son was in the second grade.
I was a little bummed that he would be relegated to being an only child but I
also knew the surgery was imperative.
Following surgery, when I was still in recovery, the first hot flash hit.
That’s how fast things happen minus working parts.
So enters HRT—hormone replacement therapy.
HRT was implemented because the prewired, naturally produced, hormones
were removed and taken away…hence the need for a little extra help.
So at age 35, I began taking Premarin.
We played with the doses for a while, until the correct balance was achieved.
And thus began a near 26-year love-hate relationship.
There was, however, that one year when I decided enough was enough and I needed
to purge myself from all that which was non-natural—
and that year became known, by not only myself but by those around me,
as the year from hell…
but I digress.
So last week, given my most recent blood work, my doctor said NO MORE ESTROGEN, ASAP…
as in aka, no more hormones…period, end of sentence.
So is this really the wisest thing to do given the current state of affairs
in our world?
Pandemics.
National civil unrest
The demise of Democracy
A contentious year of an election.
and now…no hormones????
It seems that blood clots have become a factor…thus, it is time.
“Cut the current pills in half for two weeks, then go every other day…
then stop”…so she says.
So… after one day…
the hot flashes revved up, the sleepless nights are now rampant
and the ill mood…well…I think if I go to Portland, the President
will not need to send in the National Gaurd…
cause I’ve got this.
A near 61-year-old woman now without her hormones is truly a force to be reckoned with.
Watch out Antifa, I’m coming for you…
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