Is it just me or is it hot in here?

[residualheat]

"I'm STILL hot ... it just comes in flashes now!"

I'll save that one for later!

[MEA]

Like PO, you only know it's over when it's happened -- that is, you don't know it's your last period until you haven't had any for a year.

I found sage tea -- made to this scientific formula -- chop some sage from the herb garden -- about 2 tsp when chopped, steep directly in just off the boil water. Try not to gag as you drink it -- repeat once a day -- the hot flashes lessened for me.

Worst one I had -- I was watching my 10 daughter in the bath (she has a seizure disorder so needs a lifeguard) when I was so insanely hot I pulled off my clothes and jumped in with her before I knew what I was doing. First time I had one I was at work (I kept my clothes on, thank you very much), but I said to a co worker "I think I'm dying." She asked what as wrong, I told her how I felt. She said, it's just a hot flash. Like seasickness, one moment you are afraid you are dying, the next moment you are afraid you aren't.

However, the I don't give a shit anymore, so don't fuck me with attitude is nice when dealing with young idiots who decided it would be fun to climb on your car and smoke while you are in Wawa. <g>



MA

[residualheat]

What young idiots, MEA? And what did you do?

We have sage - may as well give it a go, eh.

I've mainly been sweating at night and it pours off me. Doesn't happen as much during the day. Getting wild dreams too.

[MEA]

I was at Wawa (sort of like 7-11) getting cash b/c their ABT doesn't charge, and when I came out, there were three "youtews) in early 20s who looked skinheads, sitting 2 on the hood and one on the roof, smoking and laughing when they saw me.  There was a time when I'd have gone back in the store and asked for help.

As it was, I said, "Get the fuck off my car, and God help you if you've scratched it," in a sort of growly voice I didn't have. I didn't plan to, it just came out in rage.

The hopped off, one gave me the finger, and the wandered away. Just then, an aging bike biker looking sort of guy came out of the store, said, "Were they give you trouble?"

And I said, "Not anymore," but in the same tone of voice (and I was shaking) and he said, knowing ly,  "Yeah, when my old lady talks like that, I don't give her any shit." But I noticed that he hung out (not to close to make me think he was about to grab the keys) while I unlocked the car and go it and went home and drank about 6 cups of tea before I stoipped shaking.

MEA

[residualheat]

Yay, good on you, MEA! 

It's good when it comes out that way and people just go away. Shame we can't generate that command presence whenever we need it.

[MEA]

Do you think if the world were run by Post-Men. women we'd have solved PO just by growling at people?

[residualheat]

Posties, you mean? I've never met a growly one here. Now if the world was run by English school dinner ladies, from the 60s and 70s, everyone would be totally cowed.

[MEA]

I meant postmenopausal women.

I knew you were a fellow Brit! I've just lived here so long I curse in American.

[residualheat]

Ah right. Yes, actually I think we'd rule the world pretty well. No one would dare to misbehave! Maybe that's why the dinner ladies were so scary.

Here's one from the Daily Mash, it sums them up perfectly:

DINNER LADIES TO BE INSTALLED IN ALL UK HOMES        

FOUL-tempered old women with massively thick limbs are to be installed in British homes in a government move to limit food wastage.

The dinner ladies will ensure that no one leaves the table until they have cleared their plates, even if it takes forever.

The rest is here:
http://www.thedailymash.co.uk/news/environment/dinner-ladies-to-be-installed-in-all-uk-homes-200909162066/

[quietnite]

Okay, the fuzzy thinking, no memory thing. I have FREAKIN' had it!!!  I swear to god, I can't keep a single thought concentrated in my head. And EVERYONE today interrupted my thinking or 5 people (teachers and students) tried to talk to me at the same time...it's a miracle I didn't kill anyone.

I feel like a confused, not-so-bright, monster bitch...

Waitress!!!!

[urbanfarmer]

I'm sick of roiling hormones. Too hot, too cold, dizzy, can't remember stuff, emotional, bloated stomach, skin's gone weird, hair everywhere.

Poor dear, I am so sorry. When I was younger I would listen to the symptoms of menopause then laugh and say, but how will I know when I'm there. Being the whacky artist, everyone thought it was funny. Not funny anymore. I have half of my hair left! I wasn't expecting that. All I know is that it took me years to make it all the way through.

I feel like a confused, not-so-bright, monster bitch...

Bless your heart. I know your pain all too well. I just set my dinner down and then couldn't find it, like 60 seconds later. That was starting to happen to me in the classroom, and the students thought it was funny. yeah. ha. ha.

Monster-bitch I don't mind so much, I can usually reign myself in. It's the damn confused, not-so-bright part that I just can't live with. I want my brains back! I want to feel smart again!

[MEA]

My therapist tell me the memory comes back, but the monster-she-bitch is a gift we get to keep.  She also told me she'd have a patient come one, someone she's seen every week for 20 years, and could recall every detail they'd ever shared, and have no bleeping clue what their name was.

At the library were I work, we have 4 librarians, all women, all of a certain age, and a manager, a women about 10 years older that us -- been there, done that, so to speak. There was a meeting at whcih one of us couldn't remember the world book, and another couldn't remember the words shelving cart, and she said that she was very tired of working with a bunch of menopausal -- oh what's the word I want, you know, people,. not men....

[Dasha]

MEA, that was hilarious!

Yes, it's forgetting words that I hate the most. It happens most often when I'm stressed about sounding like I'm not too much of an idiot. So I wind up sounding like an idiot. Or maybe just old.

[quietnite]

Yes, that's it, MEA, exactly that!! Loosing words makes me feel like I'm losing my mind.

I'll keep the she-bitch as long as I get my memory back ... eventually.

Thanks for the hope, guys.

Note: right after I posted that day from hell, got my period. Talk about roiling hormones. Let me off this damn train.

[MEA]

I have figured out how to keep entire communities warm. We all get in an igloo. Everyone huddles around me -- and I scream, "why is it so goddamn hot in here. Will someone blow out the oil lamp."

I went outside in a tee shirt and light cotton trousers this am. It was 31 degrees. For the first time in days I didn't like like a pig in a muck sweat.

Now, I've never given birth, so I can't speak for the whole "bearing children in sorrow thing," but I think that menopause would have been more than enough punishmentfor the daughters of Eve.