Hands in

My left thumb triggers and aches. My right wrist and thumb are threatening occasionally. The hot flashes are very slowly ebbing, I think.

Just have to make it to retirement before I have to even consider surgery, the brace is working for now.

Giving away tampons

I’m calling it. I declare myself post fucking menopausal! Making a gift of my leftover supplies.

Glad, but the aches and age crowd in to fill the space.

Whence the coda?

What will I put here, once menopause is done? Hotflash documentation? Aches and pains?

Better here than complaining to anyone who will pretend to listen.

Mild sadness

Ten months, and I should make an appointment to be sure in September. Odd sense of age and sadness, no regrets about not having the babbys, only of deterioration of this body. The grey hair such a powerful visual.

But who knows how much longer I might steam on?

Nine months and counting

So, I will try to abstain from alcohol until this is an official year. But it does look like I may be home and vigorously toweling off. Nothing I can do until then.

But stay healthy and wait.

Waiting and waiting.

At least I got a little warning. The infrequency suggests that the process has an inevitable end point. Presumably.

When, the question of course is.

Damnit all to fucking hellfire.

Last time was one, solitary spot. I didn't wind up counting it. This one is not that, and I am forced to restart the count and I swore and swore and swore.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck.