Be afraid, be very afraid.

[purplerabbit]

There are gnomes with spiked boots in my womb and trolls with hammers in my head...

Some of my friends call a period "Shark Week." If so, this is a big monster man-eating one like in the movies. That apparently doesn't sleep and doesn't think I should either.

My guys say that the grumpy factor is so high this time that it feels like a poisonous cloud when I enter a room. It's not just grumpy, it's I am going to tear your face off.

I can't even stand myself and wish I could run away when I am like this.

Can I please have my menopause now?

It's like a flaky relationship. It's there for a few months with all those nasty hot flashes and then it leaves. But then it changes it's mind and comes back for a few months.

Okay, enough bad mixed metaphors now. I am going to take a hot bath. Maybe I can drown the gnomes.

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[vickita.livejournal.com]

Back in June, I was discussing this very topic with nyiad71 and her sister in the presence of their various girl children, and just as I'm saying, "You know, I was telling my uterus the other day, 'Aren't we through with each other yet? I'm just not feelin' the love anymore,'" I look over and see that the youngest (age 10) is pointing a video camera at me, and I'm thinking, "Greaaaaat, now I'm going to be a star on YouTube, talking to my uterus."

It sucks. And I am getting very damned tired of the hot flashes in August, man.

(Weren't we in, like, HS, just a few days ago?)

[purplerabbit.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Did you know that the only person on LJ that I know met me before you is my mother? Amazing that. Those silly geek girl penpals! I am so glad to be back in touch.