Karen's place

Today I cubed up some tofu and dumped a can of roasted tomatoes on top. It was not bad. It also wasn’t particularly good.

People are really struggling with this. I can’t decide if my experience is so mild as to almost be unnoticeable, or if my base level of shit is so high that symptoms don’t register.

I don’t know. I decided early on that I would treat this as a natural process that didn’t need outside help. We are raw dogging menopause in this house.

I clocked hot flashes with interest and amusement. A wave passes through you and each cell in that path goes supernova.

It’s Texas and I’m dying in the heat for most of the year anyway. I think we got four days of winter this past year. So, hot flashes are kinda nothing and apparently I live to sweat.

I stay angry so no big surges of rage there. I thought my base level of pissed-offness and grudge keeping was just the Sicilian in me. I marvel that there could be a pill for this.

I reached a new max weight. I was not proud of my old max weight so I’m especially not happy with the new max.

I can’t keep my feets warm at night and that electric throw blanket is on all year. This might be just an age thing.

Then I go poking around the interwebs looking for menopause symptoms. The fuck is this list?

Fuck me. I’m experiencing 82.86% of this list. There’s a treatment for all this?!! A treatment that I am probably too late to receive.