This Made Me Cry!
As I blubbered into another box of tissues (in the middle of an otherwise productive workday), I thanked the menopause gods I was working from home.
As I blubbered into another box of tissues (in the middle of an otherwise productive workday), I thanked the menopause gods I was working from home.
Back in my early peri-menopausal haze, I hopped on the HRT train faster than you can say “hot flash.” Those estrogen patches and progesterone replacements were like magic for my mood swings and night sweats.
If you live in my neighbourhood, chances are you’ve mistaken my snoring for a chainsaw starting up at 3am. So imagine the poor guy who sleeps next to me! Yep, sleepovers look a little different. Now it’s all about mouth tape, nasal strips and anti-snore chin straps!
In a moment of boldness (or madness) I asked a “friend” (if that’s what we’re calling someone after two dates) to describe who I am.