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It has been a week without tears, or mood swings, or arguments with Gary. Well, there was one argument with Gary Friday night, and it was notable how calm I stayed. We went out for miniature golf, of all things, which was some degree of fun. There are no rules when we play miniature golf,…

I decided that it would be wrong to bypass the psychiatrist’s opinion, so before I go see a counselor I’m going to visit him. I left a message Thursday afternoon, but I haven’t heard back. My mood has been elevated by earrings and wildlife. Earrings: I plan to wear these on days I wake up…

I summoned up the courage to see the nurse practitioner at the gynecologist. I described my symptoms: hormonal rages, mood swings, etc. Her next words were, “So I see you’re bipolar.” Sigh. You know, I’ve never really bought into this bi-polar diagnosis. The first person to tag me with it was my neurologist, based on…

In a rare moment of adult responsibility I scheduled a mammogram for Friday afternoon. I don’t know what my reproductive system will think, a mammogram on Friday and a Pap smear on Monday. I picture my ovaries whispering to each other across my uterus, “Are we coming out of retirement?” This is my first mammogram…

I see the OB-GYN on Momday morning. Well, his assistant. I truly hope she doesn’t have to go poking about up in the sanctuary. They said something about being overdue for a Pap smear. I still have to have smears? Really? Does it ever end?

Ugh. It seems I fall into tears every single day now. Still, the trigger is always the same: someone else gets emotional, and I’m like a dry bit of brush catching fire from the superheated air. There was one episode at work that which I was able to control, but I still felt the rage…

Yesterday I was in the car with Gary, and I was thinking how long it had been since my hormones took over and made me into a menopausal monster. A whole week and a half! I decided if I could go a month I could consider myself cured. I was at peace. Not twenty seconds…

The theme for the week has been “YES I AM YELLING, GARY, WHAT’S IT LIKE BEING MARRIED TO SOMEONE WHO YELLS?” Any time Gary complains about my yelling or whining or hysteria, I point out that I’m behaving the way he has behaved the last thirty odd years. Today, we had to drive separate cars…

No freakouts this week! There have been flashes of anger (always directed at Gary) and one time I started to cry, wanted to cry, and had to nurse it. NURSE it into full tears. I find this very encouraging. I’m getting better and figuring out what triggers it. (Hint: Gary. Gary triggers it.)

No menopausal freakouts this week. Instead I give you this … That’s as far as I got before Gary commented that I had cooked this pork roast incorrectly! Not done! He did not care that it hit the internal temp and was resting, he claimed he cut into it and he could tell it was…