Sue Richards, regular Canadian gal, heats up as her reproductive Best Before Date expires.
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Return of the Blogger, originally uploaded by Sue Richards.
Despite being home, My Menopause has decided that lingering in vacation mode for a few more days is in order. After all, we did have an unexpected […]
Continuing on the subject, ‘Badder Bladders’ my meno-pal Ellie offered a lovely example of ‘peeing ones pants’ in her latest blog post.
Ellie and I are of the Peri-Tribe, perhaps separated at birth and only now finding each other through the blogosphere. The joys of menopause have brought us together. Our bladders are cementing the deal.
Extreme questions seem to dog the peri-menopausal women I know. The move from pre to peri is more than the shift and addition of a letter. After scooting along the post puberty trail of premenopause for over 25 years, suffering through predictable PMS or sailing through monthly trips to the red tent becomes routine. Once peri arrives, silently, sneaking in to our hair follicles, sleep patterns and memory bank like a highly trained thief, serious questions replace previous knowing.
Earlier this week, I attended a workshop titled: Let’s Talk About Hormones. I have scads of notes to digest and handouts to read which of course I’ll get right on. But before I dive in, I wanted to offer up this information…mostly due to it’s application to my life. And perhaps yours.