Is That “Be Aware” or “Beware”?

September is National Menopause Awareness Month.

Well, what a coincidence! I am personally experiencing my own “awareness”. After being in “peri-menopause” for years, my symptoms are now getting stronger. In other words, what sucked before has now become barely tolerable.

Why the Hell do they call it “menopause” anyway?  There is NO pausing. At least not to my meno.  My ovaries & uterus think they belong to a fertile 25-year old. How long can their denial last? The rest of my body is drying up and my mind is half gone. Are hysterectomy’s an elective surgery?  These are just a handful of the questions I have.

This month I will be trying to learn the whats, hows and whys for all this. I promise to pass along any interesting stuff to you, dear readers. I should warn you, I may whine a bit while doing so. OK, I may whine a lot…

These seven dwarfs demonstrate life as I know it. I may have to use them for my Threat Level Warning (on my door at work) this month.

Is menopause a politically correct term? Will I get in trouble posting it?

I’ll let you know…

Don’t Say I Didn’t Warn Ya…

Every morning I post the current Threat Level. When I arrive at work, I assess the situation and post the days level prominently on my office door. This threat level has nothing to do with terrorists.

It’s all about me.

I have really good mornings most of the time. Today was not one of them. I normally use the real color-coded threat level sign. But that seemed too ordinary to express the condition I had elevated to in the 3 hours between getting out of bed and starting to work. Every joint in my body hurt, my fasting blood glucose was 314, meaning two injections instead of one. I felt feverish, sweaty and grumpy. My skin itched and crawled.

I did not want to go to work. I wanted to scream, throw a tantrum, and go back to bed. But being the dedicated employee that I am, I sucked it up and went to the office. Where I found more crap to irritate me, just reading my email.

 Evil Child  <—Today’s Threat Level 

Someone said “A picture is worth 1,000 words”.  I have no clue who this little girl is, but she looks how I felt today. And still feel tonight, so I am sending my grumpy ass to bed now.

Thanks for listening 😉

The Princess of Passive Voice

My daily post will be late today because I’m involved in a writing exercise..

BEFORE:

I have been called worse.

My posts are returned from the grammar checker full of green underlined phrases . There are red underlines popping up too, but those are expected, because I can’t spell while I write. My muse can’t be bothered with semantics. It must be allowed to flow unencumbered by such mundane things like grammar.

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AFTER:

I’ve been called worse.

My posts return from the grammar checker full of green underlined phrases . Red underlines also pop up, but I expect those, because I can’t spell while I write. My muse isn’t bothered with semantics. It wants to flow, unencumbered by such mundane things like grammar.