After a week beset by broken cups, glasses, and printers, a week coloured by extreme mood swings that had me (and those around me) confused and disoriented trying to keep track of whether I should be laughing or crying, I have decided to face the inevitable… I can put it off no longer … menopause looms.
With serious reservations about whether my emotional togetherness will weather the storm, I have to admit to being more than a little anxious. Not so much about the major decisions called for (think HRT or not HRT) or the physical discomfort entailed, but more about the irrational behaviour. What, you say? I’m no stranger to irrationality? mmmmm
What I know about ‘the change’ as it’s so coyly referred to at home, could be written on the inside of a cigarette box (and yes, I foundered). Recent forays into the experiences of others have left me more than a tad nervous about what lies ahead.
Right now though – in what has been a pretty stable 36 hours, emotionally anyway – a reprieve from the madness, if you will, I’m so very grateful for a little humour and the chance to warn you of what’s to come.