November and Nanowrimo begin, and it's Wednesday for Woe. I have cramps and misery. Women talking about their periodic discomforts used to embarrass me so badly when I was younger. So my male readers, you are not alone in this. But endure for a moment. I have to, until menopause brings me a big welcome prezzie.
Consider orientation. And what happens when a horizontal canal is stood up, as if on two feet. Add that 'always sexually receptive' cycle of hormones, and the viscosity of blood. Yeah, well, Intelligent Design my fanny. (In the British sense of the word.)
I'm swollen, acne ridden, unbalanced, and in pain. Not moody for moody sake, but as a reaction to interstitial fluids and nausea. Imagine ovaries or testicals, depending on which analagous structure is applicable, being wrenched to the point of pain, but not damage. For three to five days. Every 3-6 weeks.
I rest my winge. And go to write.
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Ew, have fun with that, eh? It's always good to be reminded that ten years of trying to dress for the thermal challenge punctuated repeatedly on a daily basis by hot flashes that prove you have failed in the attempt is actually a good, good thing...
Nanowrimo total for today, 2472.
Mail issues; sorry you feel like crap. Love love love what you've written. More when the issues resolve.
At the moment I'd accept the old pain in exchange for hot flushes every 20 minutes. At least you can keep your nethers covered up and suffer in private; unlike a scarlet face with attractive rivulets of sweat at the temples. Not much sympathy either, menopause being widely seen as a joke condition like haemherroids...phhhew, here it comes again.
It does not embarass this man; may it pass, soon.
Ah, but menopause brings you closer to the end. Not unlike the miserable process of labor. For those women who have particularly difficult and painful periods, I can see how it would be a very attractive prospect, indeed.
Um...er...let's see...isn't this where I am supposed to simply use some sign of having read the blog?
Oh yeah...(o)
Don't hold back on our account! Let it flow.
You have so cheered me up. See, now, this is the real reason I write here.
Hell's teeth.
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