I'm hot and I'm cold. I'm yes and I'm no. Wait? what?

I remember when my mom went through that hellish period we all call "the change". It was a scary time for everyone. She was happy one moment then mad as a hatter the next then would wrap it up with a face full of tears. That's what I remember. It took my mom almost 11 years to make it through it. She was is in her late 30s early 40s when she started this torment. She was in uncharted territory. You see, my grandmother, her mother before her, and her mother before her all had had to have hysterectomies either at childbirth or shortly there after. There was only once child born to each of them...including my mother with me. My mom was the first woman in our family history to have to go through the change. Bless that brave woman's heart. She suffered both mental and physical hell that I can not imagine. She went through this for 11 years before she completed this rite of passage. She's an amazing woman with a  big heart and a hug for everyone. I don't know how she made it but she did. I think it made her even sweeter; although, she says she can't cry since she went through it. I am a crier. I cry at sad stories on Facebook and don't get me started on those old OnStar radio commercials. Just thinking about that has me tearing up. 

I tell you all this because I am so afraid I'm starting to enter into this wonderful rite. I'm not sure; like I said, mom was the first woman in our family to do this. Here's why I think this...I have had the usual abnormal TOM for most of this year. (If you don't know what TOM is...goggle it) It's been all out of whack and while it's back to normal within in the time frames it's always something different. At first, I contributed it to what a havoc Mono had left my body in after last year. As I said, it's back on a normal time schedule but each time it's something different. I won't go into details. You're welcome! I know, that's just something normal especially with what I went through with Mono. So why would I think I'm starting to go through this wonderful change crap? Well, recently I can't shake being hot AND cold. It's a lot like how you feel when you're getting a cold but it comes in waves. I feel clammy most of the time and I've always been one of the paranoid people about smelling. I don't wear perfume, although, I do wear vanilla lotion and body spray. To make this worse, I am not a sweater. I practically boil inside my skin because I don't sweat. I know, I know. I shouldn't complain but while all you sweaters are out there complaining about getting sweaty and all I'm sitting there boiling my brain holding in  my body heat. This is why I love winter. It's my friend. (Just not my arthritis' friend...btw: I've had Arthur as a visitor since I was 15 thanks to multiple knee and ankle injuries...it's not just an old person's pal). But back to my point. I am constantly feeling like I'm sweaty but of course, I'm not but at the same time I've got goose bumps/flesh on my arms. The hair on my arms stand straight up! 

One advantage is that I get a work out. I remove and replace my jacket at work a million times a day. Which brings me to today. I decided after we went hiking yesterday that I would continue the physical activity and get back into working out in the gym that is directly below my office and free. I know. I know. I have no excuse for not being in peak physical shape but I'm human. So I took it easy and just went down stairs and road the cycle for half an hour during my lunch hour. Holy cow! That made the hot/cold atmosphere within my body go wild! I felt wet and clammy and like I was about to break out with a horrible flu. It wasn't until I got home and put a tank top on that I got some relief. Now does this mean I'm getting all changey or does this just mean I've shorted out my internal thermostat? I don't know. Most of my female friends are younger than me and those that are older say I'm too young. Who knows. I'm not hateful. I'm no more moody than a bipolar princess should be. So I guess I'll just keep going like I'm going and just layer for work until it either stops or it breaks me. 

It's so odd how our bodies try to tell us something but we just didn't get the manual. For now I'll just keep on being me. I'm already a whack job mentally so I don't really think the change will mess with my mind any more than my normal life has. I guess I can thank Bipolar Disorder for something good ha! ha! I'll do my normal nerdness and look up the signs and symptoms and remedies I can use to get through it when it does come. Until then I'll just keep a jacket and fan close at hand. Maybe I'll warn my kids or maybe I'll have fun with them. Bawahahahahah!

I'll keep you up-to-date in case I end up in an orange jump suite picking up trash on the side of the road on work release. Thanks for listening and if anyone has any tips or advice for whatever I'm going through or will be going through, let me have it. 
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Musing Rainy Day



I woke to the sound of the rain dancing on the tin roof above my head. What is it about rain that awakens my inner Muse? I'd love to sit by the window, listening to the liquid inspiration fall to the cool ground below me and write until my Muse drops from exhaustion. Atlas, I must be a grown up...well, maybe not completely. Errands to run this morning; then home again to jot down the plethora of images flooding my mind. Please let the rain continue for the day so I can finish my duties and then come out to play!

P.S. Once I came home the rain went away and the sun came to stay. My Muse took a nap. My she'll wake up, perhaps!

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