03.22.08
thinking
I was thinking about death today.
Now, before someone gets all weird and pulls a Heather Locklear false alarm 911 call on me, I was not, repeat NOT, thinking about my own death… though I probably should update my will one of these fine days.
I was thinking about what happens after you die. On the other blog, someone looked up my post about the death of blind Canadian guitarist Jeff Healey earlier this month, and that got me thinking…
The blind see in Heaven. The deaf hear. The mute speak. The infirm, the paralysed, the crippled walk. The insane become sane. The elderly become young again. You want to be 35 again? Ask and ye shall receive. The young stay young.
Of course, I have no idea if any of this is true. I certainly hope it is. I’ll just have to wait those 40 or 50 years to find out for myself. But, isn’t that a great thought?
Since Heaven is perfect, why shouldn’t everyone in Heaven be perfect?
I’d finally be thin!
That’s all from the Big Blue Couch.
–MorelaterZ–
03.16.08
Menopause
I’ve probably mentioned this before, but I’m 44 years old.
Shouldn’t I have gone thru menopause by now?
Because I don’t think I can go thru up to 8 more years of monthly hell. It’s not like I can have any more children. I took care of that years ago. So what’s the point? So I can have sex without worrying about getting pregnant?
Right, like there’s a lot of that going on in my life at present.
Would I be trading in one set of problems (having periods, cramps, mood swings, etc.) for another (hot flashes, lack of lubrication, taking hormones)?
I don’t want to take estrogen. Because that usually means Premarin, and I’m not taking anything made of the urine of pregnant horses. There are alternatives out there. I just have to find them.
I’ve been taking Estroven (an over the counter alternative) and calcium supplements since I turned 40. And I just started taking a multivitamin every other day. I know that’s not enough, so I’ll have to see doctor about that soon… when I have time.
I know a lot of women my age who are now going thru menopause. Why am I so lucky to still be menstruating? Isn’t 33 years (with time off for good behavior, um…I mean–to have four children) long enough?
Oh. Lucky. Me.
Not.
Watch, I’ll go thru “the change” and bitch and moan about that. That would be just like me.
That’s all from the Big Blue Couch.
–MorelaterZ–
