Well congratulate me, I’ve made it through a year without a period!
Saturday was one year since I’d last needed to use a “product.” I now can think about who should inherit my collection. I inherited my sister’s a few years ago and now I shall bequeath mine to some lucky woman.
I must admit to not feeling any differently than I did the day before I jumped this hurdle. If anything, I woke up Sunday feeling, well, hormonal. I think my ovaries are engaged in a battle much like Custer’s last stand. They know the end is near yet refuse to give in. They send out messages and the estrogen gathers in the field making me miserable until it is beaten back by the larger force of nature called menopause.
I’m sure I’m close to being completely through with the whole thing, but anyone who thinks one year is magical needs to rethink that. I knew I wasn’t going to hop out of bed and do a jig, but I was hoping as I neared that mark I’d feel like the dust was settling. And I am still waiting anxiously for that post-menopausal zest…
I also ate histamine rich crappy food last night at someone’s house and now have a histamine hangover. I’m in class with my seniors this morning and told them after I’m done lecturing that I intend to ignore them completely. They all giggled, but I meant it!
So here I am. Through to menopause. Or is it through menopause? Who the hell knows! I never can figure that out. What I do know is I’m cranky as if I still have a period and if my post-menopausal zest doesn’t come soon I’ll have something to say to Mother Nature next time I see her.
Now where’s my twelve month pin? Anyone want my tampons?