Since my female hormone levels have at last fallen through the floor, my uncomfortable peri-menopausal symptoms have finally dissipated to an easily manageable level once more. My hot flushes and night sweats have all but disappeared, my hormone headaches have subsided substantially, and I’m actually sleeping properly again – hooray!
Sad though I feel in once sense that my reproductive years are well and truly over, in another sense I’m delightfully relieved to be able to sit comfortably in my skin once more, sleep soundly in my bed again, and thankfully find myself feeling infinitely lighter and brighter in my head and heart ❤
Daily Prompt: Symptom
I’m someone who’s always been acutely aware of how I’m feeling at any given moment – sometimes that’s a good thing, sometimes it’s just too much to bear. Recently I’ve been finding myself sinking deeper and deeper into a sea of infinite sadness, an overwhelming ocean of utter flatness that threatens to engulf me, one aching heartbeat at a time…
It seems my female hormone levels, almost permanantly erratic with peri-menopausal undulations for the last few years, have finally given up the ghost and dropped off the bottom of the scale at last. No more hot flushes or night sweats, no more angry outbursts at the smallest provocation, no more emotional rollercoastering from delightful highs to desperate lows in two seconds flat, just the promise of flat dry desert stretching forward as far into the future as I can see…
It feels a bit like the calm after, rather than before, the storm. I’m sure I’ll get used to it soon enough, but for now I feel wearily empty, scarily vulnerable and lost, and completely unsure of what or how I’ll be feeling next…
Daily Prompt: Aware
The hot and heavy night-time adventures of a long-suffering sleep-deprived middle-aged menopausal woman 🙂
Night sweats cover my skin head to toe
Damp sheets cast off above and below
Yet another hot flush
Drenches me in a rush
Leaves me both hot and cold in one go
I wake early but go to sleep late
Not my choice but my hormonal fate
Such insomnia plays
Havoc with nights and days
Deep exhaustion my permanent state
Limerick Challenge: Antonyms
Darkness and I are old friends – being a bit of a menopausal insomniac I’m often up prowling around in the early hours, and I rarely put the lights on. When the world sleeps but I’m wide awake I try not to stress about it, I just let the night envelop me within its limited tonal range, accepting me as one of its own.
I generally don’t spend my time searching for scary demons lurking in the shadows – I have enough demons of my own to deal with without looking for imaginary others looming out of the night. Instead I find the darkness to be surprisingly soothing. It’s as if when everything is reduced to outines and shapes, when all details are lost in the low light, there is an inherent simplicity to objects that can be quite comforting.
I say low light rather than no light because of course there is usually always some light of some kind, whether streetlights or moonlight, and once your eyes adjust to interpreting various shades of grey it’s amazing how much you can actually see. Maybe because I’m quite a gloomy person at heart, I have to say I find the gloom quietly reassuring, and always feel delightfully safe sitting peacefully in my monochrome silence 🙂
Daily Prompt: Darkness
I’m at an age where everything is going South – as my facial skin sags downwards my eyes have become more and more hooded, my high cheekbones are slowly dropping into jowl territory, and my chin is no longer truly single but carries an unbecoming echo in its repeating outline.
The delicate skin around my neck and chest now has the texture of dry crepe paper, and these days my always-substantial cleavage requires a serious level of upholstery to maintain any semblance of remaining on my chest wall rather than descending despondently onto my flabby midriff. Menopausal middle-aged spread pushes its frontline further and further outwards, invading my waistline and amply re-drawing its borders without mercy.
Varicose veins have doodled mindlessly down my legs, where cellulite gives my thighs the appearance of a well-worn mattress with dodgy spings. Even the skin on my hands and feet is becoming increasingly wrinkled, my knuckles thickening as my joints stiffen and ache. Like my steadily-greying hair being slowly sapped of pigment, I feel like I am losing my past vibrancy: my bodily tone is fading from sharp, bright primary colours to a more sombre and muted palette. I am undoubtedly growing old, becoming more and more invisible and unrecognisable to myself as the years pass.
It gets me down at times, I can’t pretend it doesn’t. But on the other hand, I wonder why I feel it is such a bad thing to look so lived-in? In one sense I’m lucky in that up until recently I’ve always looked relatively young for my age, but in another it makes these now-so-obvious signs of aging so much more difficult to deal with. I remind myself that I’m a fifty-something mother and a grandmother and I’ve worked hard all my life, struggling at times with both my physical and mental health, and the fact that my past can be so clearly traced on my naturally-ageing body is perhaps something to learn to be proud of rather than ashamed…
Daily Prompt: South
Carpe Diem No More…
Long to seize the day
Aching joints pain me, slow me
Long day seizes me…
I can’t remember what it feels like to be able to jump out of bed full of the joys of spring and seize the day – nowadays it’s nearly always the day that seizes me!
I’m really struggling with painful, aching joints just now – it’s been an intermittent, yet ongoing problem for the last few years as my peri-menopausal hormones fluctuate and fall. And unfortunately they’re not going quietly – they’re screaming and protesting and giving me no end of grief along the way.
Recently I’ve gone from having an occasional bout of aching in one set of joints, which soon passes (bringing a period of welcome relief before the next bout begins somewhere else), to a constant debilitating ache in both hands, both elbows, both hips, and now my lower back – I’m starting to feel as if I’m grinding slowly but surely to a faltering halt.
I’m trying to stay positive, telling myself this is a normal part of the aging process and this too shall pass, but it really is getting me down the longer it goes on. I do my best to keep moving, keep pushing through it, but I guess my increasingly painful joints are telling me it’s probably time I went back to my GP for another set of blood tests to check my erratic hormone levels again…
Still, it’s prompted me to write a haiku about how it feels right now, so that’s somthing creative to come out of it all, isn’t it 🙂
Struggling a lot just now with the alphabetical joys of menopausal insomnia, night after night, hour after hour… Awake, Bleary-eyed, Cranky, Drifting off, Exasperated, Fidgety, Grumpy, Hot, Itchy, Jaded, Knackered, Lying still, Moving around, Not sleeping, Overtired, Pissed off, Quiet, Restless, Sweating, Twisting and Turning, Uncomfortable, Vexed, Wide awake, X-hausted, Yawning, Zzzzz…