Menopause Sucks

Emergency! Engine 51! I swear, I woke up about 4 this morning on fire. (by the way – bonus points if you can tell me the name of either main character in Emergency). I couldn’t get the comforter off quick enough, and nearly tossed my Mini Schnauzer on the floor in my rush to uncover. My nightshirt was soaked, the sheets were soaked. Yick.

Then I laid awake. I should blog about this, I thought. Could I create a gif of someone hosing down a steaming woman with a firehose? Would there be copyright issues? Can I even find a little video like that? What the heck are gifs anyway, and why do we like them so much? (there are several options, as it turns out. Here’s one I found. Not at 4 am. I waited until the sun was up.)

But I digress . . .

Menopause sucks. Been going through it for about 6 years now. It’s got to get over soon, right? The night sweats are horrible, but at least the daily hot flashes have subsided a bit. There’s nothing quite as miserable as sitting at my desk in the office and suddenly feeling the inner furnace kick on. The heat spreads up my body and through my face. Folks walk past me and look at me oddly, then ask if I’m okay.

Lori Robinett

I’m Mr. Heatmeister. . .

One of these days, I’m going to jump up from my desk, twirl around on one foot, then break into song . . . “I’m Mrs. Heatmeister, I’m Mrs. Sun . . . ”