I have been a picnic to live with today. All day long, all I can think is I am in some kind of funk. I cry at the drop of a hat. My humour of earlier today regarding hot flashes dissipated quickly, and became an absolutely mournful dirge all the live long day.
Now you may be wondering how a woman FULLY in menopause is suffering from PMS. I will tell you: I HAVE NO EARTHLY IDEA!
Well, maybe a couple of ideas. The other females in this house are still functional and cycling together. My “phantom ovary” aches right before they go into it. It’s kind of off-putting that, after 20 years of cystic ovaries, I still have the ovarian pain when the ovaries are gone. First it was the phantom nipples, now phantom ovaries. I think next I might prefer a phantom baby — gain a little weight, get that glow going, but I digress.
Digress…I had a point. I’m sure of it.
Coffee was my point. After this day long funk I brewed a short pot of coffee with dinner. I had the most heavenly cup of coffee. I could feel my mood lift, and all the “funk-y-ness” dissipate in a big, aromatic, pink-clouded poof! Heaven.
Heaven. And coffee. 🙂 Happy girl.
Blessings to you all tonight… xoxo