I've been in this club for awhile now. It's free to join, but I'm not so sure now that it was such a great idea. It's a little bit sexist, in that men are not allowed to enroll, only women. Normally, I am all in favor of a club intended solely for my sisters, but in this instance, I feel it would only be fair to share with the boys.
So.
I'd like to invite all my male friends, readers, and my beloved spouse, Husband Styro, to join the Mid-Life, Mood Swing, Night Sweat, Hot Flash, Menopause Club. The MLMSNSHFMC, for short(er).
I have to admit that I am cheating a bit on the requirements. I use a soy, black-cohosh supplement that helps reduce the night sweats and the mood swings (doesn't it, honey?), but I make up for it by doubling the number and duration of hot flashes I experience.
Today, I was volunteering for a couple hours at the neighborhood elementary school. I was taking groups of students into the hallway one at a time, and helping them trace and cut out a life-size paper figure of a fifth grade student. As I walked back into the room after finishing with the last group, I suddenly sprouted (there's just no other word) a sheen of persperation on my face, scalp, and neck, and it began to run down my collar. I don't know if I was glowing, but it certainly felt like it.
For the last several days, the temperature in the house has been well below the usual 69-70 degrees. I finally took pity on the children at 63 degrees and closed the windows. My poor daughter was so cold, I turned the heat on for her to bring it up to 67.
It's just a good thing Connie Chung has a fur coat.
