Go with the Flo…

Being a woman of a certain age I am on the cusp of finally getting to say goodbye to my Flo. That is if she would only just leave already. This time around she was off somewhere living the leisure life for nearly four months. I was settling into the “wow, I guess I am an old lady now” train of thought when I felt those old rumblings, negative thoughts, anxiety, edgy hunger and pain in my left side. Flo makes me feel more vulnerable, nervous. I don’t like it. Flo showed Wednesday while I was at work. All high and mighty, sporting high heels and dragging a fully packed wheelie suitcase with her. I have always had a love/hate relationship with Flo. She made me nervous in my carefree youth. She was a lot like me, capricious and carefree, but she always came riding in to save the day. I loved her then, appreciated her and sang her praises. I hated her too. Angry after I got married when she betrayed me, always around never letting me become someone’s mom. I want her to go but I want her to stay. If she goes I will never have to buy her supplies, ever again. Oh happy day. If she goes she takes the rest of my estrogen with her. My hair will thin, my skin will crepe, my life light dimming. Should I Stay Or Should I Go Now?

In time I will get my opportunity to say my final goodbyes to Flo, begin the next chapter. I only hope I face the next half of my life( is there a half? or way less? only time will tell)with courage, humor, good friends, family, and adventure.

Stay tuned

Or Is It JUST Me?…

I often wonder to myself, WTF! Am I the only one who gets the dropsies right before FLO hits town? Or is it JUST me? I often wonder to myself, am I the only one who goes all cleaning commando right before FLO blows into town? I want to wash every dish, do every bit of the laundry, scour all the pots, organize the dresser drawers and scrub the bathroom so it glistens! Or is it JUST me? I often wonder, hmmm?

Why does FLO have to be such an unpleasant house guest? She lurks in the shadows toying with your emotions. I cried watching the movie BFG. I cried reading someone’s post on Fb that I have never met and therefore have no way of knowing if said tragedy of missing cat is real or meant to make me look like an ass. Never mind the tricks FLO plays on short term memory. I lost my gloves in my coat yesterday. I couldn’t find a receipt I carefully misplaced in the pile marked, log into checkbook! ????

Okay, so here in the lovely state of Massachusetts we have been experiencing a reverse heat wave. Wisconsin type temperatures in the NEGATIVE digits for more than one night. Usually my emotions would be all over the place, there would be whining, crying, and complaining but not this week. If there is one great thing about FLO it is in the way she knows how to throw her heat around. I got by without having to wear too many layers for survival. Sadly with FLO’s dramatic entrance my personal furnace has burnt out. Thank GAWD it was 9 degrees outside today or I may have collapsed from the sheer weight of the outerwear I would have been forced to wear.

Now that Flo has settled in for the week I just want to know is it just me? Or does she cause you pain too? My head hurts, my skin hurts, my boobs, even though beautiful, are unyielding in size, get in my way and make me want to cry every time I try on a t-shirt;  because when FLO comes to town I swear my clothes shrink at least three quarters of a size. Also what is it with the munchies? I want chocolate covered salty anything served with foaming cups of hot cocoa with tiny salted caramel marshmallows enticing me as they spin around my cup. The darker the chocolate the better. I thought menopause was supposed to fix this mess and slowly give me other crap to worry about. I guess my body isn’t there yet. OH Joy!

I am happy to report the dishes are indeed done, as is the laundry, and the reorganizing of my dresser is complete. My memory is returning to its strong self and the crying has been taken over by fits of anger and frustration!  I am pleased to report everything here is SNAFU. FLO is moving ahead full steam and in a couple of days all will be back to standard operating procedure. This blog post had been brought to you by: Kleenex, Advil, and the need to lash out in anger over imaginary injustice.