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26 April 2015 @ 11:10 pm
Just when I thought my periods might be over for good, I got surprised last Thursday-- after 4 months off the pill and no evidence of needing to take it anymore. That was followed by a wardrobe emergency on Friday. What felt like a gush of fluid as I stood up, and which I tried to reminagine as possibly being air, was just what I'd feared. THAT's never happened before. Good thing I was wearing what I did-- a combination shorts/skirt thing (skirt on the outside, shorts underneath) that concealed the damage pretty well. I had to change, and then pack up and rush home for the rest of the day. I had gym shorts at my desk (among several kinds of exercise clothes, for ultimate flexibility in case I forget something... or that random day the air-conditioning shuts down).

I have never in my life had a 2-hour time-limit on a tampon, so I was wholly unprepared for this to happen. Holy moly. I've been on a long-cycle mini-pill for a couple of years, and what with the random sweating and such, I decded around Xmas that I need to stop masking potential menopause. If this is the result, I may go back on the pill again!

The long-cycle pill has helped reduce the side-effects of hormone shifts, including the every-4-week return of massive hunger/cravings, and blood-pressure roulette. :( When I was younger and not on the pill, I'd get salt cravings so bad I would eat Fritos until my mouth puckered. I tried to resist, to avoid the salt/water-retention issue, but then I felt dizzy and awful in other ways. I didn't grasp the big picture until I was at the doctor's on one of those random-dizziness days, and the nurse was having such trouble reading my blood pressure that she asked me to stand up. It was in that 88/58 range, where you feel tired and draggy and crappy (regardless of how much doctors like those numbers). That was when I realized that the Fritos/etc. were a form of self-medicating.

This weekend, during which I slept in and still had to haul myself out of bed and struggle to wake up both days... brought all those feelings and memories back. :(

After I got home on Friday, I spent about two hours dithering over whether to bicycle outside given the amount of wind. I finally remembered that biking on windy days is only dangerous near my office (where a gust can push me toward a ditch or into traffic). On the bike path near the house? It's mostly just annoying. So, I went out. At one point, I saw a lizard zipping across the pavement. I used to see LOTs of them, back before the egret and turkey population exploded. Now? I think they're losing the Food Chain war.

I ran most of my 5 miles on Saturday, though I may lose that 5th mile as we move toward summer. I'd hate to drop back, but I overheat so easily. Afterwards, I did yardwork in which I finally planted the bulbs I've been meaning to get to for the last 3-4 weeks. All but one of the tulips had disintegrated or shriveled in the years since I bought them, and the irises were too damp, so the results may be unimpressive.

I finished the "meh" Lisa Scottoline book and am halfway through the Fforde's third book in his YA series. I started a Pratchett novel that I may not stay with (Fantasy is an iffy genre for me), and hope to finish that gym book soon so I can start another. It has been less that gripping, let me say.

Our son's English teacher is following a long tradition of making students hate good books. To combat the rise in Spark Notes/etc. (we think?), this teacher likes to give quizzes where many of the questions involve irrelevant details. Such as, the date of a newspaper mentioned in passing that had no significant bearing on the characters or plot. The result is that, even with reading the books 3-4 times, our son sometimes does no better on the quizzes than the kids who only read the Spark Notes and not the books. Everyone understands the meaningful parts of the story/construct/characters, but the random questions are TOO random. Gah. As with most of these, our son thought the current book was pretty good, but he'll be hating it after a few more readthroughs...

We watched The Hundred Foot Journey this weekend. Sweet movie, beautiful scenery, lovely cast.

I did NOT manage to repair the catnip bat, whose stuffing is bursting out the bottom because somebody shredded the seams with her little teeth. Unless the to-be-fixed item is next to the sofa, I'll tend to forget about it. And since the cat sleeps on the sofa, I can't put the bat within reach. It's been sidelined for months now.

All right. Monday's coming, and this week had better be less hectic than the last one. I still have drabbles to finish!

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on April 27th, 2015 05:17 pm (UTC)
It's nice to at least have enough women on my f-list of a similar age that I'm not the only one going through this (or who has gone through it).

Our son is going to wind up like me (and several of the other engineers I work with): love to read, hate to be forced to read books you don't enjoy (and worse yet, pontificate upon them), and will avoid required English classes like the plague. It's quite a large subset of people-- all have terrific language and writing skills and a huge enjoyment of reading, but hated English class.

Whereas my husband (the English major in college) has no understanding of the hatred of "reading a book you don't want to read." ;)

We somehow thought OUR daughter would enjoy that movie, but she insisted on watching the White House Press Correspondents' Dinner live (even though we were recording it), and only saw the last 20 minutes. :O