[quote]hel320 wrote:
lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, pride, pissing off a menapausal wife ?
Milton’s Satanic Logic: The Mind is it’s own place, and there within, can make a hell out of heaven, or a heaven out of hell
Fixed: A menapausal women can make hell out of heaven
What’s the difference in a terrorist and a women going through menapause?
You can reason with a terrorist
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Gee, not pissed off at all. I’ve just been through menopause and you’ve got to understand that it’s like HRT for guys … sometimes the process is a piece of cake and sometimes it’s years of the worst shit your body and/or mind have ever been through. There is no rhyme or reason to it, either. (Well, there’s some, but it’s sketchy at best.)
The very best advice I got was from a female lifter who’d just gone through it herself. She was a good 10 years older and I was maybe all of 42 at the time. She said, “Read up on it NOW and have a basic game plan in mind. Know where you’re going so when it starts, it doesn’t catch you by the short hairs.”
Well it caught me a little off guard anyhow. Especially the anger. I’m not prone to anger just for the heck of it, so where did this greet-the-hubby-from-the-roof-of-the-garage-waving-an-Uzi anger come from? It seems like I went from calling the dogs like this: “If you don’t come now, there won’t be any treats!” to “If you don’t come RIGHT NOW I’m going to come out there and break your legs!” And I MEANT it!
Where did this woman come from?
Oh sure, having to get up every 20-45 minutes all through the night was rough. And watching my metabolism screech to a grinding hault was hard. Ok, let’s be honest … that pissed me off too. But the worst was watching what happens to the female form when collagen hits the skids. Shit. Shit. Shit. No amount of reading would have prepared me for that. Besides, I thought I was immune … I’m a lifter!
HA!
I got through it. Now that I’m on the “other side” my metabolism is getting better and I’m sleeping … well, a little better. I’m up once every 2 hours instead of every 45 minutes. Most of the time I can actually go from sitting to standing (and vice verse) without my face turning bright purple and sweating buckets, but I’m still very heat sensitive. The hot flashes I do have don’t seem to be giving me heart palliations, a huge adrenaline rush or that mild panicky feeling quite as often, but if I’m not sweating I’m freezing. Fun stuff.
Thing is, sometimes this never ends … or so I’ve been told. (And no, I can’t “take” anything for it. I’m not a HRT candidate and probably wouldn’t take it if I could.) It’s a rare woman who breezes through menopause and never looks back. I’m trying not to make a big deal out of this and I’ve come a long way, but it’s been a lot harder than ANYTHING I’ve ever done … and believe me, I’ve overcome a lot of physical and mental challenges.
I’m glad the mood swings are leveling out. I spent two years crying over the most ridiculous stuff, then two more getting irked at things that made no sense. The fuse is still a tad too short, but I didn’t take a swing at that jerk who cut me off at the deli and I haven’t broken any dog legs. Yet.

Cappy