I think people are sometimes a bit taken aback when I fling out the “P” word with impunity. What they don’t know is this – the more I say it out loud to anyone who will listen the more I like to say it. I am not going to spend these years cowering in a corner hoping no one notices me. Oh no, I am going to rant and rave, mock and joke, and generally explore all the delightful ins and outs of perimenopause while the train is indefinitely parked at the station.
I am beyond any bashfulness and even farther beyond other folks desire that I keep it quietly to myself. I am under attack here folks! Perimenopause has 34 different symptoms – 34! And they are all fairly obnoxious. So I am talking about it – until I am blue in the face or I spontaneously combust from a hot flash. Folks need to know what it is to live with this – younger women need to know what is coming – I am doing a public service by talking about the joyous change of life.
Today I am laughing about perimenopause. Tomorrow it could be a different story. Perimenopausal life is like that – up and down. So enjoy some humor tonight and think about the women you know who may be in the throes of this delightful life change. And if they bring it up and want to talk to you about it, just smile and nod your head a lot – I get that a lot and it works with me.
Day one thousand one hundred and seven of the new forty – obla di obla da