Bodies are wonderful things, mysterious and unpredictable, wouldn't you agree?
Like, sometimes, my body forgets how to swallow and I wind up aspirating a spit bubble or coffee or whatever isn't supposed to be in my lungs, and BOOM! Instant highly troubling splutter session. Much fun trying to gasp around that bolus of liquid that, if the body remembered properly what it was supposed to do, would already by in the stomach where it belongs.
Or, sometimes, intestines can play beautiful music, rather loudly and in a disturbing fashion much resembling a badger or active bubbling tar pit. Usually when in meetings or when the cube farm is aggravatingly quiet.
Or, like when the brain decides to stop remembering the names of super-important movie characters during a conversation and then coughs it up in the middle of a dream cycle so that Alan Rickman is your cab driver in Puffy City, where you're about to purchase a new hotel only you forgot to get dressed and the towel you're still wearing from your shower just keeps getting smaller and smaller and smaller, then you're in a parade on a float and the towel is now a washcloth so you're glad you've been named Grand Marchall so at least you can use the sash to cover up one boob and you still have one hand free to wave.
|Note: quote not by an actual old lady|
It's said that menopause can take between 5 and 10 years to complete. My body? A trickster, and at 8 years into the process I can with certainty say that it is pulling some fast ones wit this latest incident. Good grief, the whole monthly shebang completely STOPPED for 2 years a couple of years ago, and there was much relieved breathing throughout the land.
What started is extremely uneven pacing when I was 44, with bursts of extreme over-production followed by long gaps in between times turned into a slowly decreasing frequency, which was nice, then full stop. For a year. Then things got going again for about 6 months, then full stop. For 2 years. Now this.
I would like to state that this is NOT going according to plan. This should have been done and over with that first time the production line shut down, can I get an Amen on that? All this crazy dang off and on is aggravating, and sheesh. Come ON. I am 52, it's time for me to sprout some (more) chin whiskers and begin the transformation into a little old man, isn't it?
Stupid estrogen, anyhow.
If you are lady of a certain ago, does all this sound normal to you or is my body an overachiever in the 'longest menopause EVER' category? Because, really, isn't 8 years enough??
Well, at least I know why I've been so irritable the last couple of days. There's the bright side, I suppose.