I had high hopes, I really did.
8 weeks.
No period.
Could it be? Had I finally reached that magic age?
9 weeks.
Maybe, just maybe.
Nope.
Guess what?
Naturally, it was waiting for the perfect time . . . . the night I put on our new $300 (got for $50) mattress topper. Karma loves me.
Now I suspect I may bleed to death so I wanted to stop by and say goodbye to all of you before I go. I appreciate those of you have stopped by, read entries and even left comments. It has been fun.
I have lost so much that the world is gray every time I get up or down and I am running out of black clothing, not to mention underwear. I am starting to look at Depends with an entirely different attitude. I wish I could convince one of the local vets to make me a project on spay/neuter day. $25,000 for a hysterectomy just ain't in the cards. I am sure menopause has to be happen soon, RIGHT? Right, please, right?
Oh well. It's not like I have a dozen deadlines on my plate right now. (Yea, I do.)
It's not like I have a daughter whose opening night for her play is tomorrow night. (Yea, I do.)
It's not like I had two birthdays to prepare for this week. (Yea, I did.)
I can just sit around, gush and nap.
Yea, right.
I ran an errand today and by the time I had been on my feet for 30 minutes, I was ready to go in a corner and pass out for a couple of hours. My wonderful husband forced me to come home and get on the couch for a bit. Now, I'm back at it.
So, wish me luck or send a huge cork. One of the two?
(And thanks for the reminder to count my blessings, Ami.)
7 comments:
YIKES! Iron, iron, and more iron! Eat TONS of iron!!
I hope you start to feel better soon.
I intensely despise perimenopause. Ask the doc about having an ablation- I've been told that works miracle but am not yet desperate enough to try it myself. I suspect this is on my horizon before too long. (ps and with that iron please have some citrus, it helps you absorb the iron more readily)
I know... my sole function in life may be to serve as a reminder to others to count their blessings.
Having a bad day? Well, at least I did not wake up to what my mental friend did!!
I dunno. I still think the surgery would be a bargain if you average out how many payments vs how many times you're going to have to go through this same thing... I could donate some money from the kids therapy jar...
It kind of reminds me of the theme song from Candid Camera:
When you least expect it,
You're elected,
You're the star today!
Smile! You're on...(the rag today? Ibuprofen? Kotex Maxi's? I give up.)
Hey, at least you're mostly at home to deal with the unexpected hemorrhage. After having several cycles 7-8 weeks apart, the morning that I have to get up early to catch a 6:30 flight, I discover Aunt Flo is paying me a visit, only 3 weeks after I last saw her, and guess who has only two feminine hygiene products in the cabinet to get her through an 8 hour flight?
I'm glad I was wearing jeans, but I'm sure I left some trace DNA on the airplane. Ugh. It was not pretty.
Here's a blessing--at least you aren't pregnant again!
Hey, Sweetie,
So sorry you are having to go through this again. Sending lots of love and hugs.
Holding you close to my heart,
Bev
I wish I knew how to help.
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