Oh, the possibilities are endless. I have certainly left the house many times without my phone even when I fully intended to take it. And if I had to refer to it constantly while shopping, I can pretty much guarantee I’d leave the store without it, and the produce section would eventually be found to contain Wolfpup’s cell phone shyly peeking out between the vine tomatoes and the asparagus. Or it might end up in the pizza freezer.
I do consider myself lucky that I didn’t suffer any severe symptoms, but I wonder what percentage of women do have severe symptoms? I do recall now I did have a couple of night sweats. I still have those occasionally, though infrequent. Seriously though, some of these books make menopause sound like a social disease, and that’s a problem.
And, really, it’s the, “All women who have had children pee their pants forever!!!” that irritates me. I realize another poster has the issue and has not had a child. That is a valid point, but not the thing that annoys me. Yes some women have weak pelvic floors after childbirth. There are also unrelated medical issues that can cause this condition. However, in the subset of women who have given birth to children, there is a percentage less than 100 who don’t pee their pants forever!!!.
And yes, that is indeed, why this sort of book is written. There are other factors that have lead me to read some of these books. Sometimes the lead character grows, and finds that she doesn’t need anything but herself. It’s just these one or two issues that take me out of the story and it’s annoying. If it’s too bad I read something else.
Most of what I read is on Kindle Unlimited, which ironically can be a bit limited in quality if not quantity. When I have a few bucks I get crazy and buy a high quality book.
or go see a movie … urinal problems in women (or not-women) seem to be fairly low in Hollywood
My understanding, at least in the case of my grandmother, is that hormone therapy made this a relatively easy transition for her. I am less sure about my own mother, who didn’t really seem less crazy after her hysterectomy, in fact things got a lot worse between us (I was a teenager) which may or may not have been driven by menopause. I have no idea if she took hormones. I think my Aunt may have an overly rosy idea about the aftermath and transition that will follow the hysterectomy, but we’ll see.
Dammit! I was making a bowl of cereal in one of my favorite handled bowls. It was full of a sliced banana and Cheerios. I knocked the bowl onto the floor and it shattered, ceramic shards and Cheerios exploded everywhere! Thank goodness I hadn’t poured the milk yet. I had to sweep it all up trying not to step on shards in my bare feet. Oh, well.
Speaking on menopause:
I feel almost guilty how easy mine was. I was on depo-provera for birth control in my thirties. (Bonus: no periods!) I was 42 when I got off it, and my doctor did some kind of test that determined I was already in menopause. I had very few symptoms. A little bit of night sweats, and a bit of hot flashes, but nothing debilitating.
I’ve had one child, and I used to pee a little when laughing, etc. (In my 40s! lol) I did pelvic floor exercises - kegels - and it got better. I’m 65 now and it never happens anymore.
Whelp, it’s that time of year again. Now that (most) people have put away (most of) their holiday decorations and pretty, twinkling lights - and, for many of us, winter sets in ferrealz - we find ourselves in what I have come to call …
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… The Boogerating.
You’ve heard of the springtime phenomenon known as The Pollenating? This is kinda like that, in that it also involves a whole lot of blowing your nose.
Endless tissues. Repeated instances of wondering just what in hell is on that tissue and did I just lose brain cells out my nose?
Ugh. Just, ugh.
Ha! Try a nasal rinse. I’m not talking a little saline squirt up there, but a full fledged squeeze bottle of saline up one side and out the other.
How many of those movies are about women in their 40’s? You have 80 for Brady etc. for my age range, but Hollywood likes to pretend 40 year olds don’t exist. If they were portrayed much I bet menopause and incontinence would appear in the story line. I could be wrong about all of that.
ETA: Actually, 80 for Brady etc. are all for women much older than me. Sooo, middle range doesn’t appear too often. At least not as a main story line.
Dad? Is that you?
(Every time I talk to my dad when I’m even the slightest bit congested - or, god forbid, I cough or sneeze - I get a prolonged lecture about the wonders of neti pots and saline rinses, including a carefully worded and very lengthy monologue about where to purchase these items.
This, despite the fact that for years I’ve bought them - all by m’self, like a gosh-durn grown-up! - and used them already.)
A real dad of my generation would also ask how your car’s doing and when your last oil change was, remind you about changing the batteries in your smoke detectors, and then put your mom on the line.
I was in a suburb north of Dallas for the holidays, and I heard absolutely nothing on New Year’s Eve. If we didn’t have the TV on marking the countdown, you would have never known it was New Year’s Eve.
The next three days are going to be crazy. My gf works in advertising. Her agency recently was hired by a grocery store chain and they are producing a tv commercial. Sounds like fun, but then i heard the details.
They are shooting the commercial at a grocery store, so set up begins at 11:00 pm. My gf has to be there 1 am to 5 am for the actual work. For a 30 second spot they will work midnight to 5 am on 3 consecutive days! She has been working on this for weeks, hiring “talent” and the like. For the 12 extras who are in the background and not even in focus, they had meetings to make sure the extras were the correct assortment of sexes/races/ages/etc.
So she will be sleeping during the day, and I’m predicting the dogs will not be happy about that.
Nope not your dad, or anyone’s. That would be tricky. 
I had to do rinses this year on doc’s advice. Not pleasant, but effective. I just thought it was sort of funny, and jumped into my brain much like power flushed saline. 
< saline coming out my eyeballs.
Why will they be unhappy, and how do you anticipate them expressing themselves about it?
I have to take my son to an appointment. I told someone on Wednesday that I needed to submit this grant report by 1pm today, and received the requested information at 12:30pm. Cool cool cool. Guess who’s doing extra work tonight?
They are creatures of habit and thrive on routine. We usually each do certain things with them every day. They will be wandering around, wondering why she isn’t taking them to the barn when she normally does.
We will survive.
That was my life for years (well, decades…). We usually worked 60 hrs/wk (and I hit 80 hrs a week billed to clients for three weeks straight). *
Budgets (and the bosses) were tight, so we’d often have to to shoot after hours. No money to build a set, let’s find a store or someone’s house to shoot in.
Oh, and printing stuff out of town during the third shift was cheaper, so I’d be driving a couple of hours at midnight to spend the night watching for color shift/alignment problems.
The good news was that my wife had worked in advertising, so she knew what deadlines/shoots/press checks were like.
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*THAT’S when I decided to switch careers so I could get to know my kids and give my wife a break.
That might have been a mistake? Sounds like maybe it was the “by 1pm today” part that got stuck in their brain, and so they got the information to you before 1? Would it work to say something like “I need the required information from you by _____” and name a time that gives you enough time to use the info once you get it?
Good thinking.
Yeah, I run into this problem all the time. I write a two-sentence email and just assume people will read all the words. Somehow, they don’t, or it doesn’t go in.
OK, I’m seriously pissed. This happened a few days ago, but I waited to digest.
My younger son lives in a city about an hour and a half away. He was married to a woman that none of his friends or family liked, but we were always welcoming to her. He is now divorced and living with an ex-girlfriend of my older son. Ugh, but whatever. Older son is with someone now, and he and my younger son no longer speak. That’s between them though it hurts my heart 'cause they had always been so close. Younger rarely visits or calls; he tells us we need to come and visit him. All summer we never went anywhere because of Hubsters health and lack of energy.
To the main reason for this rant: I always call him when Hubster has medical issues. I was distracted and forgot one time and got an ear full. Anyway, during our last medical adventure that I’ve sort of documented here, I called him as required and explained the entire and complete situation. I also updated him as needed, and he actually visited Hubster once during his hospitalization. So, older son comes home from work looking very disturbed and said he need to talk to me. It seems that a girl that all my kids are/were friends with was drunk at older son’s job (a bar he’s assistant kitchen manager.) She hoped he wouldn’t get mad at her, but told him that younger son had been texting with her and told her he was considering calling social services on us because he was concerned about Hubster’s care. OK, first of all the brat needs to quit texting other women when he’s in a serious relationship. This has been an issue with him for a long time. Second where the hell does he get off questioning Hubster’s care when he (younger son) is never here? I called him at 12:30 at night. His job requires him to be up very early. He answered and I asked why he would do that. He got very quiet and asked me where I heard it. I told him the person’s name. He got quiet again for a long beat and I said: “Don’t Lie To Me.” He is aware of the tone I used and fessed that at first he was worried and thought maybe he wasn’t getting to whole story blah, blah, blah. I told him that I always tell him everything I know as soon as I know it, and if he ever sends a social worker to my house I will find it difficult to ever talk to him again. Then I told him if he has questions doesn’t he think he should ask me than some woman we never see or talk to? I got a lot of sorry mom, and explanations that is was only the first day that he was worried. Maybe if he’s worried he ought to try to be more active in the family and his dad’s lives. I’m so disgusted with him. I will let it go 'cause he’s my baby boy one of my kids, but seriously I wish I could kick his ass.