When I went looking for the new site for Se7enBites the other day, I came across a whole new set of graffiti art. I really like this one, it’s kind of zen like and reminds me of a mandala. I wish it wasn’t covered by so many weeds though.
Nevertheless, it has been so nice out lately! FINALLY! we have had a break in the weather! It’s been in the 60’s at night, and was in the 70’s here during the day. I went to yoga this morning and when I left, my clothes weren’t sticking to me. It was awesome. It’s the little things, right?
I am glad for the change in weather as it has helped me with another change: menopause. It’s not officially official (as I don’t have my blood test results back yet, but…) but I can tell something strange is going on. The biggest change, and the most difficult for me, is my hair. Not only is it getting grayer, it is becoming more wiry and not as manageable. It’s like it has taken on a life of its own. It doesn’t flow the same and it’s starting to, like, style itself; you know what I mean? It’s starting to fall a different way and part itself a different way and do all these weird things it never did before. And my mother is no help as she had a hysterectomy in her mid 30’s so she can’t tell me anything about her issues. So I’m flying blind here and feeling like I am going crazy. Sometimes I feel hungry but then I don’t but then when I go to eat it’s like I’ve been starved for days. (I really look ridiculous eating so fast.) Then my body decides that it’s had enough sleep at 3 am and then my brain says ‘no’ but the body says ‘good luck getting back to sleep lady. maybe in 2 hours’ then that makes me tired during the day and round about 1p all I want to do is nap for hours.
I can’t even eat fruit right out of the fridge my teeth hurt. I have to let things get to room temperature before I eat or drink stuff. My contacts don’t like my eyes anymore so I can’t focus properly and my eyes get tired fast. And my skin is SO DRY I have taken to using olive oil on my face for moisturizer.
Don’t laugh, it works. Otherwise, I am constantly plying my face with lotion you’d think I was spackling a hole in drywall. Which, it almost feels like I am.
This has all been so much easier on the dogs than it has been on me or for my husband. He just doesn’t get it, and I don’t know that any man will. I’m not being sexist, it just is what it is. A little patience, compassion, and understanding would really help though, and maybe they could hide in their man-cave until this is all over? Maybe I should have my own woman-cave (or just stay in my crafty room and get me a futon in there) until this passes. Of course, cats and puppies will always be welcome, but anyone else may want to stay away. I have become so irritable at the stupidest things that some days I don’t even like being around myself.
A small consolation is that all these changes have come on pretty fast, so I am hoping that means that menopause will come through like a tidal wave, gather up all this crap, and take it back out with it out to sea as quickly as it came in.