'A what? A Blog? Why does anyone want to set up a blog?' The main question posed when I suggested doing such a thing. Why indeed? Well I could keep a diary I suppose, or I could write long boring letters to my friends - who would probably think I was off my trolley and what the heck was I talking about anyway . . . or I could set up a blog. Much more fun I thought. A mini adventure into the cyber world. Throw my thoughts out and see what they might catch. A bit like cosmic fishing. I have a real fascination with the possibilities of cosmic consciousness and energy. But more about that another time . . .
So here we are, a blog of my own, for all and sundry to peruse. In the Billy Connelly style of counselling, that is venting to anyone who will listen (or in this case read) about the things I observe - mind you if you are under 50 you really shouldn't be here, you should be tucked up in bed with a bedtime story, or possibly on MySpace - grownups only here please.
Have you noticed as you reach this stage in life that you make more noise as you go through your day. I don't mean like kids, shouting and shrieking when they are playing, I mean involuntary groans as you get out of a chair or bend down to pick things up, creaky knees as you climb the stairs, cracking joints and the like - I'm sure you have - not to mention wind in it's various forms. A friend of mine kindly pointed out that this only gets worse with age - great I thought, (he is such a comfort to me) nothing like announcing your arrival in a room with a small trumpet fanfare! So you develop little strategies to deal with such things. Talking loudly as you enter said room, or clattering things which may be to hand. After all you don't always have control over such actions do you . . . ? The wind I mean.
Alongside this is the dreaded menopause - men can switch the football on now - I always swore I would not bore for England on the subject and couldn't understand why my sister made such a fuss about little things like hot flashes (sorry 'mini tropical vacations'!). I have since had to apologise to her and eat my words. She, poor soul, is still having symptons after 12 years! Not an encouraging sign. Who'd be a woman at this stage and various others in our lives? For some three plus years now I have tried just about every product recommended or listed for dealing with this 'side-effect' and would be grateful to hear from anyone who has found something that actually works! My partner tells me he doesn't need an electric blanket anymore, he just lies next to me and soaks up the heat! Trouble is the extremes are so volatile and he cannot understand how I can be boiling one minute and freezing the next! Just this last weekend we had a BBQ (yes the weather was good enough!) for family and a few friends and I was a constant source of amusement as my jumper came off, went on, came off, went on . . .
A female friend of mine who is also suffering somewhat from menopausal symptons tells me she could easily commit murder for no accountable reason - her husband has yet to learn when to duck and sets himself up for a number of falls over the course of the weekend when she is home. As she says 'fortunately with my job I am away all week otherwise I would have been locked up by now!'
Still other friends breeze through this time with almost no symptons at all - lucky, lucky people! They too, cannot understand why I am full of energy one minute and fast asleep the next. It 'never happened' to them. So I am currently researching like mad to find yet more solutions to the dreaded 'hot flashes'. I'll keep you posted.
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