Alright, I just got off the phone with my OB-GYN and she thinks that I am in the early stages of perimenopause. I have an appointment next Tuesday to have some tests done, in any case.
Somehow the lyrics to Prince's 1999 seem appropriate: Party over, but parties weren't meant to last.
And to beat all, this crap can last 10 years! Yep, I get to be basically psycho for the next ten years.
I can deal with the hot flashes, the insomnia, the weird periods, the itchy skin, the thin and brittle nails, you know, the physical symptoms. It is the depression and mood swings and sudden bouts of crying and basically just acting manic depressive that has me thrown for a loop.
I was just starting to feel that I had achieved emotional balance in my life. Then I blow a gasket because I can't find the baking dish I was looking for.
I guess this is just a vent, but w/o and good resolution. thanks for listening.




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