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It appears that during menopause there will be no foul thing I am not willing, nay eager, to commit. If hormone supplements are not provided post haste, I fear my supreme bitchiness is destined to create some atrocity dire enough to make the national news.
So much foul language has passed these lips in the past two days that I am now exhaling blue air. I dislike my new self and yet at the same time, I find her, quite liberating.
For instance, the other day Bob and I were at Lowes. The isle was blocked on one side by this large ladder thing. In front of us two people yammered on and on to a store employee about what kind of barbecue grill cover they should get. Bob stood there with his cart patiently waiting.... and waiting ..... and waiting. Until even he finally began to make faces. Several times both the couple and the store clerk looked right at us. I began to feel my ears and nose burn. My heart started to pound. My breath grew hot enough to roast weinies. All of a sudden I was stomping up to the front of the cart, taking hold of it and pulling both cart and Bob forceably through the 3 people, hissing, "MOVE IT! I hope your grill rusts and goes to grill hell, you miserable rude freaks."
After that, things went downhill. I'm becoming meaner by the day. Today, I vowed foul spoken revenge on the people who wrote the noodle roni instuctions. And then I jumped up and down on the friggin box! I cracked my toe nail kicking a rock because I tripped over it. The dog is afraid of me and the Webster bird is now swearing like a drunken sailor. I WANT MY HORMONES BACK!
F@#K! It's HOT in here!
Milky, I didn't crumple my toaster. Another lady crumbled hers. Apparently they don't hold up so well even at 20 mph. One bump and you're drivin an accordion.
barman, you're right, he'd be stew.
I think maybe.... I can't wait till my appointment next month. If I don't get some estrogen back in my bod soon, I'm gonna
NOW SEE THERE'S THAT GUY OUT THERE AGAIN! HE NEEDS TO GO HOME AND LET THEM WORK!
Lord help me. I'm losin it. I can't even tell you how many people I've insulted today.
Ok. I'll write the doc. Honest. But first I'm gettin' this guy OUTA MY YARD!
Manny, not fun. It's not. I'm miserable. I get pissed off over everything. And....I did something just awful.
It's like I went to bed one night and woke up...in bitch land.
I have a lady here in the office going through the dreaded M. I'm wearing a light sweater and she's sweating in front of the fan saying "I think it's hot in here. The air conditioner is broken. I'm calling maintenance!". I know better than to tell her she's wrong right now. Tomorrow I'll bring my wool coat.
G...Really? You mean it? LOL! Lemme finish wrestling my loud-mouth bird into the freezer and I'll get right on it.
BT, Bob suggested sleeping pills. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ha ha ha ha! Give ya' any idea about how things are goin around here?
Cazzie, I think I'm gonna write to the doc today. Get some hormones before I kill something. LOL!
Tina, I do eat soy when I go to Chinese. I like the family style bean curd. My other natural remedy is to lock myself in the bathroom when I get really, REALLY, pissed. Then nobody gets hurt.
ebezp, Thank you. Because Bob said next tantrum I throw he's gonna put me in the car and drive me to the doc's himself. LOL!
Shell, for the love of all that's good in the world....don't say a word to her. Save yourself, baby. Menopausal women don't care who they take out cuz.....HULLO! They're whacked!
Suze, this is a great idea!
Sign, I hadn't thought of it as a career but....that's a very good idea too. I did think that if there was a way to harness this emotional roller coaster, it'd make a great weapon of destruction.
Check your shoes before you leave.
Really?
I wonder why this blog is so dead.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....heh.