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coming up for air
Jun. 22nd, 2016 05:01 pmThe lurgy that was stuffing up my ears on the plane has now settled in for nice long haul in my chest and I know from long experience that it will be there for at least the next three months. I went to the walk-in and have a stack of inhalers which are kinda helping but not very much. It doesn't help that the city is now firmly into smog season, so even if the chest clears up I won't be able to take a deep breath until September anyway.
On the plus side, hot flashes seem to be on their way out, thank all the fucks for good timing. This was round 3 and it was the worst so far. The first round lasted about four months and they were intense, but infrequent. Then I got about four months off. Then they came back for another four months, happening every hour or so but being pretty mild. Then they stopped again for a while. This last batch, holy shitballs. It was like standing in front of a blast furnace over a dozen times a day, complete with dizziness and sweats. Bloody brutal. Please do not come back, thanks.
You know, one of the things that I'm finding really fascinating about menopause is how fast my skin is changing. I can already see the millimetre-wide waves where the underlying connective tissue has given it up on the backs of my hands. Man, I am going to be a seriously wrinkly old lady. I've been thinking about asking if any of my amateur photographer friends have equipment that can take very close-up pictures of my skin just because I find the texture so fascinating.
Sick has meant I'm behind on the bow-making, so I need to get caught up on that before the next class. Writing has been on hiatus for June, both because of sick and busy. In July I'm still planning on doing the NaNoWriMo summer camp (My user name is the_siobhan if you're on there and want to hang out.) So you should be getting lots of posts from me because I'll be procrastinating on my laptop. Mostly bitching about writer's block, I suspect.
I need a vacation. Like a long one. For a year. In the meantime, I guess I'll keep buying lottery tickets.
On the plus side, hot flashes seem to be on their way out, thank all the fucks for good timing. This was round 3 and it was the worst so far. The first round lasted about four months and they were intense, but infrequent. Then I got about four months off. Then they came back for another four months, happening every hour or so but being pretty mild. Then they stopped again for a while. This last batch, holy shitballs. It was like standing in front of a blast furnace over a dozen times a day, complete with dizziness and sweats. Bloody brutal. Please do not come back, thanks.
You know, one of the things that I'm finding really fascinating about menopause is how fast my skin is changing. I can already see the millimetre-wide waves where the underlying connective tissue has given it up on the backs of my hands. Man, I am going to be a seriously wrinkly old lady. I've been thinking about asking if any of my amateur photographer friends have equipment that can take very close-up pictures of my skin just because I find the texture so fascinating.
Sick has meant I'm behind on the bow-making, so I need to get caught up on that before the next class. Writing has been on hiatus for June, both because of sick and busy. In July I'm still planning on doing the NaNoWriMo summer camp (My user name is the_siobhan if you're on there and want to hang out.) So you should be getting lots of posts from me because I'll be procrastinating on my laptop. Mostly bitching about writer's block, I suspect.
I need a vacation. Like a long one. For a year. In the meantime, I guess I'll keep buying lottery tickets.