Now that I’ve got your attention … sorry I’ve been away.
It’s been an interesting several months.
During the spring, lots of problems were discovered in my lady section. Was I surprised? Not that there were problems, but the extent? Yes.
I won’t bore you with the details, but the storyline involved a hysterectomy.
(Another trajectory was job loss. That’s an interesting one, which I will save as a lesson for another day.)
But then autumn arrived and, as the chill it brings is wont to do, the bugs died and life became bearable once again. Teen Angel has thrived being off a drug he’s been on for many years,
just as my dependence on this hormone is progressively increasing,
It became apparent last evening that my body has become dependent on my estrogen replacement patch. Mr. X and I were
being lazy watching the Royals show the Mets how baseball is supposed to be played when I suddenly became very hot. At first, I could not figure out what was going on, but then it dawned on me that I had forgotten to replace my patch the day before. When I mentioned this little factoid, Mr. X, without even moving his gaze from the television, said, “you’re having a hot flash.”
“You’re having a hot flash,” he repeated.
Hello, I am a middle-aged woman and I am a drug addict.