on 50 and H2O

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I have not slept well in two days now. Funny thing is I am not tired, in fact, I feel rather manic!

I went to the doc yesterday with another list of complaints and again she said "welcome to the world of peri-menopause". I told her I was going to a specialist to see what SHE can do for me, at which point Lynne looked at me and basically said,"HRT, or grin and bear it". I am hoping that Helen will give me a magic pill and I will never have another period again......

Besides not sleeping, I have gained 6 pounds of water weight in a few days. Lynne insists that it too is due to my bodily changes, but I beg to differ and blame it on the fact that I am no longer taking a diuretic for my blood pressure. I eat well, work out several+ times a week, and refuse to ditch my smaller sized clothes. Maybe I will get parasites again, or have another gastro-intestinal virus or upset. It has NOTHING to do with the salt in those potato chips that I devoured at the barbecue the other night, right?

After the appointment I was disgusted and cranky, so I did my 2 mile hill walk, my arms, legs, and butt feeling like water balloons, slosh, slosh, slosh, thump.

I am going to end with a joke that my friend sent me this morning..

A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. She is not happy
with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel horrible; I look old,
fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.'
The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'

And then the fight started.....

Also thanks to my friend Stephen in Albany for today's photo. It illustrates PERFECTLY how I feel. Save the extra equipment.

Patti O Balloon

Comments

Judy Vars said…
That photo is too funny and too real. The joys of being 50!~
3:26 AM
Anonymous said…
I saw that photo and said, "OhmyGodPattiwhatdidyouDO?!" The desecration of the David! The horror! The horror! Then of course, I laughed....
-A
1:45 AM
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