Sorry, there’s no actual blood involved here. More the opposite. It’s just Tuesdays, and 🔥’hot flashes’ 🥵. I hate Tuesdays, and hot flashes. And don’t forget fibromyalgia.
On Tuesdays, both my husband and oldest son are at work. That means I have no help with my middle son, Chance. He has severe special needs and is almost 21, so he’s a big boy now. Or so we say. He has a big body, but his intellect is more like a baby, or maybe a small child.
I’ve been waking up in a cold sweat. My husband says I toss, turn and complain in my sleep that I’m cold. Apparently, this is what people call hot flashes. Although it’s not the flashes that bother me, but the aftermath. Because this “flash” isn’t a flash. I end up pumping cold sweat for about an hour. It feels dreadful and my mood plummets at the same time. Also, the pain of fibromyalgia, always there but usually in the background, pumps up 10 notches and says “I’m back, bitch!”.
This past Tuesday I almost left my family. Because, although I love them and don’t want to leave, there are certain challenges that make life difficult. And it’s not them, but fibromyalgia, which complicates my life so. The pain, combined with the menopausal mood depression, makes me want to just pack up and leave. Everything hit at once and I just about lost it. My poor husband, who is so good to us, had to leave work because I was getting suicidal.
Now, I’m back on my hormone meds, PremPro, which my doctor stopped about two months ago. I love PremPro desperately, because it stops these old lady symptoms. There are more, some too personal to disclose. My gyno said I’d been taking it for too long, but I don’t care. I have too many responsibilities to feel that bad. And she said OK when I called, desperate for some relief. Thank you, Dr Sweitzer!!!
There will be blood!