Well, four hours later and I'm sitting here wondering if I will be able to manage to get the contacts out of my eyeballs, the teeth brushed, and the face washed before falling into the big girl sleigh bed.
Sheesh, I'm tired!
Is this what being in the vestibule to menopausal hell feels like?
Not yet. Menopausal hell will involve your wholesale rejection of the stupid-soft blanket because your body will take unplanned and involuntary trips to the tropics without so much as a fare-thee-well. Enjoy your nap!
ReplyDeleteNo menopausal hell begins with your first hot flash when you are so hot you think your teeth are going to melt
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your blankie for now. Soon you and master Stewey will be dancing around the bon fire much like Tom Hanks did in Castaway. Alas your beloved blankie will soon be a sacrifice to the hot flash gods of the universe...
ReplyDeleteNo blankies needed in menopausal hell.
ReplyDeleteNope, no blankies will be needed or jammies for that matter, since you will end up, most nights, stuck to your sheets with sweat...naked as the day you were born! The best part of this barbaric ritual they call menopause is the discovery that your hair can indeed sweat...that's right it sweats...
ReplyDeleteI'll leave you with that
Hugs
The vestibule to menopause...I'm going to start using that. But if that explains how exhausted I've been lately...
ReplyDeleteStay in the vestibule! DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!!!!!
ReplyDeleteBar the door Katie...it truly is the threshold of hell!
ReplyDeleteHaha ... awesome post! ... I'm right there with you all! Menopause is Hell, praising my amitriptyline for helping with those nasty hot flashes ...
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