Walk on by

Lord I need a new attitude; I’ve been in hormonal hell for the past 5 days.

Menopause Divas, you KNOW what I’m talking about. Hormonal Hell, that valley between crying and killing where everything hurts just a wee bit -  head, back, stomach, eyes – you name it.

There have been moments of clarity and fun, laughs, smiles… But I keep ending up back in the valley.

This morning, I tried to find a few menopause jokes to cheer me up. Mood ring, light bulb, change, seven dwarfs…you name it. I don’t find any of these all that funny (if you’re wondering what the heck I’m talking about, just do a search for menopause jokes on Google). Even the tee “Does this shirt make me look menopausal?” didn’t work.

I’ve tried an hour of aerobics for the past two days.

Nope, hasn’t worked.

A little bit of retail therapy.

Nope.

Red velvet cake.

Nope.

So, Mistress Estrogen, evil queen of my present domain, I give in. And if you see me on the street and I look, well, menopausal, please walk on by. I’ll be back soon.