I have been in kind of a slump the last couple of days. Could be the grey weather that permeates our days lately. Could be that, well, it's that time. In any case, if I could I would go away by myself and travel to some tropical location, eat delicious food, read, go on lovely walks along a beach.....ahhhhh.....You would think that after about 38 years of "that time" I would have it figured out. You would think I would immediately know what is causing the problem. I am getting a little quicker at figuring it out, but usually still go through a couple of days of feeling horrid, icky, wicked, depressed, and weird....and wondering why. When I was a teen I just thought I was possessed or something. No amount of praying, reading scriptures, or faith would help me feel better. I thought I must be so bad that I was a lost cause. This was before we ever heard of the term PMS. After I had been married a year or so I started to hear of this condition. What a relief! I wasn't crazy after all! If only I had known that years earlier. Since then, I realized that what I really need to do is just be away from all human beings for about 2 days mid month and then again 2 days before day 1. Like that has ever happened. I think the beach scenario would be best for everyone involved.
About the time I do have it figured out, I am sure I will be in menopause and will have a whole new set of hormones (or lack of) to figure out.
No comments:
Post a Comment