My whole inner heating system has been turned on. At 48 I have been turned into a heat-raving, foggy-brained, emotional, dazed and confused woman.
I love when the doctors look at me and say, “Well, you were close to menopause anyway.”
No, I wasn’t – and besides, it’s a slow, natural and gradual process. Not an overnight “let’s slam every hormone and serotonin down in your body and see how you cope.”
The good thing about the hot flashes is in the winter I didn’t need many clothes. You certainly don’t need the heat on in the house so you can save on heating expenses. It means that everyone else freezes.
Brain fog certainly is a great excuse for spacing out and not being able to answer lengthy emails or really focus on things. It does make you more relaxed. At least it appears that way to the outside world.
Emotionally – well one should wear a warning sign that flare ups may happen. But then again we are that way with estrogen anyway.
Actually I quite like not having the estrogen roller coaster every month- I’m a bit more even now. But all the feminine hygene that I bought on sale in bulk I will be handing out to friends.
A friend jokingly said she liked me better without my ovaries – my energy seems to have hit an all time high and I am consistently in a better mood. I would agree with her.
I have to say removing my ovaries was the most painful surgery. As a friend pointed out – well you did have two organs removed. I clearly wasn’t thinking of them as being organs. I thought I would be more attached to them, but to my surprise I am not and I saw it as better than having a shot jabbed into me once a month. It was my solution to not putting a toxic drug inside of me.
Everything else is fine due to menopause. Not quite use to the foggy brain – like a smoky veil has been put over my eyes – but even this is getting better.
Only time will tell what shall unfold from this. In the mean time I’m finding the humor and the adventure of the new me an interesting journey.
Love to hear your menopause stories.