Everyone gets sick and Mom still has to power through it….

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Winter (weather wise vs actual winter) colds and flus are the worst. This year my oldest, Quinn, will now be known as ‘Patient Zero.” Quinn fell ill with cough and fever a few weeks before Thanksgiving but it got really bad the Sunday before so we went to the walk-in and he got antibiotics and was well by Thanksgiving day. Sadly he passed his germs to his Dad who is still hacking, who during the night literally hacked and spit on my face (he was asleep so I can forgive him) and then I got it and then of course Mommy loving on 2 younger kids -and POOF- the whole family is down with this bug.

Coughing, hacking, and fever. The school district we are in gives you off Thanksgiving week for K-8th grade so my kids were off and due to the cold coming the Sunday after Thanksgiving they missed all last week. Pediatrician wouldn’t give them antibiotics even though the rest of us were on them. I simply had to call my doctor as she knew darn well that Mom doesn’t get a day off and I had no way to care for them and come in. She listened to me hack and I was on the road to wellness. At our 2nd pediatrician appointment for last week the doc agreed to give them antibiotics but only after the youngest, Cole, was diagnosed with Pneumonia. Holy Cow.

Today is Monday December 3rd and although we should be rejoicing and I should be making a birthday cake I am writing this and Cole is still home exhausted from the Pneumonia bug. Meghan, the 14 yr old Birthday girl is at school and will probably come home exhausted and having a TON of work to make-up. Both kids have worked tirelessly on their homework all week but some of it didn’t get done and it just is what it is. When you are sick and tired and you can’t get off the couch you sometimes can’t get all your homework done. So instead of making a cake- request was a marble cake- I thankfully found a pre-made Snow Man decorated one (super cute) and had the bakery add her name and Happy Birthday.  No, it will not be the best Birthday cake she’s ever had but we can still light candles and sing Happy Birthday and celebrate.

In all of this- where do I fall in the roster of being cared for? Apparently bottom of the list, even below the dog. Someone has to let her out- someone has to feed her. Someone has to do the laundry, change the sick sheets and clean the house. That someone was/is me. I am so grateful to my doctor- I was only sick for 4 days and she gave me the zpak- I felt a lot better 2 days later and was able to do all the “stuff” that one does to take care of the rest of them and keep the house afloat. But now that the worst is over- who is going to take care of me? ME apparently.

So I sit here, resting and sipping my coffee and writing to all of you. Mom’s- you can’t afford to get sick because if you do- you still have to be the Mom regardless. The only saving grace was that I got sick after Thanksgiving and after I’d made the Turkey soup. I swear I ate soup for breakfast, lunch and dinner after I got sick and it helped. It made me feel like my mom was there taking care of me as she would make me soup when I was sick as a kid.

So take good care of yourself. Take your daily vitamins and your immune boosters and make soup and wrap yourself up in a blanket and go watch a movie and take care of yourself. Because when they all go down you are the only one who is going to save the day- at least in my house that’s how it works.

I will say in my husband’s defense- that if he wasn’t sick he would have totally bought me some soup!

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Dogs and how they make your life better

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Our first dog was Lucky. He was a large black dog – a mixed Rhodesian Ridgeback (he had the distintive ridge in the hair on his back) and a Polish Hunting dog. He was a rescue we got when we lived in Littleton, MA. He went everywhere with us and he was such a wonderful dog. He even moved across country with a 9 month old baby, Quinn, and a pregnant me. I threw up most of the way across the country and he sat in his soft crate in the rear of the minivan and he got to see the beauty of the northern United States as we ventured across stopping many, many times along the way. Lucky was an amazing dog. He brought joy to our first home and to our new marriage. He was fun and easy to walk and he loved to run. He would chase the turkeys in the open forest behind our home. He was such a good dog.

Lucky was 1 year and 1/2 when we adopted him and when Quinn was 15 months old the docs said his congestion and up all night (we had Meghan by then) was due to his dog allergy. We were devastated and found Lucky a marvelous home on one of the islands just outside of Seattle (where we had moved to). A few months after we re-homed Lucky we discovered in fact Quinn was not allergic and that was a hard time. We really missed him but with 2 babies and a small yard we weren’t prepared for another dog.

Fast forward to 2010. John had a bit of a health issue and needed some PT to get back to walking fully and I went on the local adoption sites and found a wonderful dog and we picked him up in Connecticut. This is after we’d moved back to Massachusetts from Seattle a few years prior. Tyke was also about 18 months ( I wonder if all shelter dogs are just tagged to be that age) and he was a lovely dog. He helped John walk in lieu of affordable PT and he was such a loved companion. He loved the kids and enjoyed sitting on the couch with them, being pet often and also running in our large back yard.

We had Tyke for 5 years. He loved to walk and play and especially loved the snow. He came with us to Illinois when we got relocated her for work in 2013. He sadly died in 2015 from Leptospirosis from a raccoon latrine that had been on the roof of our rental home. The huge pile of poop would get dissolved some each rain storm and the runoff went onto our patio where Tyke licked it up every time. We had no idea till he was diagnosed and we asked our landlord to send over a roof guy and he discovered the huge pile of raccoon feces. Tyke left our hearts broken. We would wait another year to get a dog.

A year later – 2016- we got Scout- a lovely dog (18 months old)  from our local shelter. He was so fun and happy and one day about 6 weeks after we got him he couldn’t walk and refused to eat. We brought him to the ER and he had a fungal infection probably brewing since before he had been adopted and he passed away within 24 hrs.  Even though we only had Scout for less than 2 months we loved him. I guess for him, we were his only home as he was a stray they had found in Tennessee before he got trucked to Illinois. All of our pets have left a paw print on our hearts.

By this time we have 3 kids- Quinn knew and bonded with Lucky, Tyke and Scout. Meghan and Cole had only known Tyke and Scout. We were crushed when Scout died and then a few weeks later the shelter who we had alerted to Scout’s death- gave us another dog, Snickers. Snickers was a lovely 18 month old (see a pattern here) dog from the same shelter we got Scout from. She was lively, smaller than all our other dogs but still a solid, 50 lbs. She loved to go on walks and we knew she was young so we’d better get her trained.

Snickers was a bit of a shy and nervous pup and so we paid $600 for a trainer to come and help us get her comfortable around dogs and people. We even brought her to a local doggie daycare. She would run around with the “pack” of dogs and sleep over if we had to go out of town.  Snickers is how I stayed fit. We would walk 2-4 miles a day and she loved every minute of it. She loved to chase squirrels and look at birds and talk to our neighbors. She was shy and quiet most of the time but she sure loved to cuddle with the kids.

Snickers loved her life with us about about 11 months after we’d adopted her she began to stop eating and her stomach was bloated. Snickers had a tumor on her spleen and the vets were perplexed as such a tumor never happens to young dogs. They re-aged her to age 7-9yrs old. WHAT??? Apparently younger acting dogs can get aged to whatever the shelter feels will make them more adoptable. To this day we have no idea now how old any of our dogs actually were.

Snickers sadly passed away early December 2017 and as much as I wanted another dog, my husband was clear “no more dogs!” And so that was that. I would occasionally ask or even beg for another dog with the loving hugs from my daughter “Dad please!!” and still “NO- we don’t have good luck with getting healthy dogs, so NO!”

Well now it’s November 2018 and just last week a friend texted my husband telling him that they had decided to re-home their dog, Rosie. Rosie is a 17 month (but this time we know for sure!) Australian Cattle Dog/Retriever mix. She was adopted from the dogs from Hurricane Harvey when she was just 5 months old. She is a lovely dog and the only reason they have to give her up is because their new grand-baby is allergic to dogs and what grandparents want to not be able to have their grandchildren over to visit, especially when they live nearby.

So in less than 24 hours we told them we would happily take Rosie and give her a loving home and the bonus of being able to see her first owners anytime they wanted. Today is the day we get to take her home. We get to see our friends, who we haven’t seen for a while. We get to meet Rosie’s aunt who walked her while our friends were at work (I think we have to pass Rosie’s aunt’s test for being a good family first). I cannot wait.

We are currently going through another health concern and frankly I have put on 15 lbs of extra weight since Snickers passed away. Walking a dog is so easy and required. Walking myself is not required and thus I don’t go as often as I should. I know that dogs are not the ultimate fix but for our family Rosie just might be. The kids love to snuggle, we hear she’s a good at cuddling. John and I love to walk a dog- so that will get us both fit in no time and Meghan well she just as she aptly screamed at me “I JUST NEED A DOG IN MY LIFE!”

So Rosie- I know you’ll miss your Mom and Dad but I also know you’ll just love Quinn, Meghan and Cole and all the balls they will toss to you and all the walks John and I will give you. We’ve invited your parents to come to see the Super bowl and we know you’ll love to see them again. Meanwhile- prepare yourself for some fun. Did your Dad tell you that I used to make a living making dog biscuits? I bet he doesn’t even know. You are in for a treat.

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DIPG- a cancer that doesn’t care

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DIPG (Diffuse Intrinsic Pontine Glioma) is a terrible cancer that takes every single child that is diagnosed. It does not discriminate and it usually takes children in the prime of their childhood. It’s horrible. The Cure Starts Now states “DIPG affects the pons portion of the brainstem, rendering nervous system function impossible. Symptoms include double vision, inability to close the eyelids completely, dropping one side of the face, and difficulty chewing and swallowing. Unfortunately these symptoms usually worsen rapidly because the tumor is rapidly growing.”

My friends daughter, Selina, died this month of DIPG at the young and vibrant age of 10. Sadly since she turned 10 she was essentially immobile and unable to communicate verbally (although she sure did let you know what she wanted with grunts or blinking or nodding). She could not eat all her favorite foods, or dance, or play with her friends as she used to. She was diagnosed in February 2018 and died on October 15, 2018. She was living a completely normal carefree life until February vacation in Massachusetts where she lived and all of a sudden she had some significant neurological symptoms and within 24 hours she was diagnosed with DIPG.

I have had friends with kids with cancer before, most often Leukemia, and all of them have survived. I knew this was different. From the day they shared the diagnosis we knew that Selina wouldn’t make it. That just didn’t seem fair. I have 3 kids. My friend has 3 kids. Why her child? Why not mine? I still do not understand. The grace and courage my friend’s family has shown me is phenomenal and unimaginable to me. I haven’t been able to call her yet since Selina’s passing because I know that she is surrounded by love and support right now. I will wait til things calm down and talk to her. Meanwhile I have done all I can to share information about DIPG, donate to DIPG and share Selina’s story. From a go-fund me account that was created early on to fundraisers locally and far away, the Oehmen family has seen the support of community and maybe this is what this piece is all about.

The local radio station Fun 107 heard about Selina’s story and they heard that her parents had bought her Ed Sheeran tickets and they arranged for VIP passes so she could meet him. Ed Sheeran’s music helped Selina find peace and it was on in the home 24/7 to keep Selina happy and to inspire the family. See more about the trip to see Ed Sheeran here.  Selina touched so many lives and it was so devastating when we learned she had passed away. Her obituary was touching and meaningful and gave people opportunities to donate in her name.

I will always hold Selina and the entire Oehmen family in my heart. I met Michelle just a year or so after we moved to the town of Somerset. She was loud, funny and became a good friend. We went to a book club together with our mutual friend, Tina, who has been a true rock for Michelle and the family taking care of her boys and supporting the family as needed. Tina’s daughter, Erin, has been the most amazing friend to Selina before and during her battle with DIPG. I have felt helpless being half way across the country as we moved from Somerset, MA in 2013.

I’m not sure why Selina’s story has moved me so much. I truly struggle with it on a daily basis. I think it’s partially survivors guilt, as it could easily have been one of my kids and cancer is unfair. I think part of it is because our kids mean so much to me I cannot imagine losing one and I cannot fathom how Michelle and Ken are keeping going right now. And I feel guilty that I am not there. No matter what- that’s not important. What is important is that DIPG is cured and if it is then many other cancers can be cured as well.

Did you know that only 4% of all cancer research funding goes to Pediatric cancer and then DIPG only gets a small percentage of that funding? If you want to make a difference and help please donate to The Cure Starts Now today.

You are not alone

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This week has been hard for me, a survivor of sexual assault. I wrote a book which includes the experience I had and a bunch of other things I’ve survived from. I firmly believe that going to therapy and treating the PTSD that I developed with EMDR saved my life. I also believe the support of friends and family and at the time especially my boyfriend (now husband) saved me.

This week has seen a 221% spike in calls to the RAINN (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network) on the day of Dr. Christine Blasey Ford’s testimony.  I am not here to be political. Nope. What I am going to say is that a survivor should be listened to and heard and believed. That’s it. I tried to tell while hospitalized in 1986 (I think that was the year) and nobody heard me. It was turned around and I stopped trying to tell anyone til I was 18 yrs old. When I was 18, I had already quit high school and was at the local community college finishing up my Associates degree (I had gone to college at 16) and I told one of my classmates- this guy I had a crush on. That did not go well. It went well in the sense that this guy listened, heard and believed me but when he realized that I told him because I was a young girl and he was 27- he removed himself from the situation because prior to that he had no idea how old I was and didn’t want to damage me even more. Thank you Steve, I will never forget your kindness.

You are not alone. No matter when you were assaulted, who assaulted you, how severe the assault was (how is that even a thing? if you were assaulted you were assaulted and it was wrong and it was severe to you) I believe you. I hear you and you are NOT alone.

Life is very hard. I have chosen to turn the bad into good and I wrote a book. I believe firmly that anyone can Continue to Live and Flourish despite anything bad that has happened to you. I believe that if you heal thru therapy and continue to give yourself the space you need to feel safe that you can do anything in life you choose to do.

I could relate to Dr. Ford when she said she was afraid at times and was claustrophobic. I can’t close the bathroom door when I use the restroom. I can if people are over but my kids are over the fact that if they find me- the door will be open- they just avoid eye contact. Our master bath has this weird door to a shower/toilet “room” and I took the door off the hinges. That means our “bathroom” in our master has no door. I can’t wait to renovate it this coming Spring 2019 so we can finally have some privacy but there will be no door to a tight space. There will be a door to an open and spacious bathroom. See I can close doors to open spaces/larger spaces but I have a hard time closing a door to a small half bath type room. I get it.

Every survivor needs to be heard but what I want to do is change the conversation and ensure that my sons and my daughter both know about consent and it’s not very hard to teach actually. When my youngest was 9 years old we found this great video about consent from the UK. The video compares a cup of tea with sex. It is animated and easy for kids and adults of all ages to understand. You can never force anyone to have a cup of tea and thus cannot force them to have sex. It goes on to several scenarios. It’s really awesome. So this week when my son (age 12) asked me about what was on the news he said to me “Mom did that man not see the tea video?” I laughed and told him that when I grew up the internet and videos like this were not available to people. “Well at least it’s available now and nobody should not know about consent if they watch it!” That’s the thing folks, we need to teach our children.

My 13 1/2 year old daughter knows self defense from Karate. She knows that you don’t go anywhere without a friend even to the bathroom if you are at an event and that you should not go to an event if there are no parents home. Does this mean she will not do any of the above no. Do my sons know the same thing, yes. Do my sons know to respect others and their space? Yes. The other thing kids need to learn about is drinking and to try it at home first. I’m not suggesting we line up our teens and give them a beer but if we make our dining room tables the places to talk about life and their friends and what is really going on and you find out they are aware of friends that drink then your kid should sit down at the table (if you feel ok with this) and try alcohol. I know my parents let me and it made me realize after the 3rd wine cooler at age 16 that alcohol was not for me. I couldn’t walk straight, I couldn’t make proper decisions. It held me off from drinking too much my entire life. Obviously do what you feel is best as a parent and certainly do not offer alcohol to anyone else’s kids but kids need to understand what it does to their judgement and you do not want them to find out at the first party they attend.

Our society needs to go back in time and have manners. Our men need to ask our women permission to hold their hand and to ask to kiss them and vice versa. Our kids need to understand that love is love and love feels good. Domestic abuse occurs within teen age relationships and that is not ok. I am probably hyper focused on the teenage aspect of things because I have 3 of them in my house, right now. I worry.  But I know no matter what they will be ok.

If you are a survivor and you need help this week, call the RAINN hotline . They can help you. Back in 1999- I called, several years after the assault and got a referral to a local support group. Through that group I found my therapist and I saw her thru 2001 and it was an amazing experience, albeit hard. I healed and began the journey to Continue to Live and Flourish despite it all and I have.

 

Breathing to reduce pain, writing to reduce stress

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My daughter sees an amazing Cardiologist, Dr. David Thoele, at Advocate Lutheran General Hospital in Chicago. She had been experiencing chest pain of late and we went back to see him and sure enough he had a low cost, no medicine fix and it’s working. Check out this amazing video on how to breathe to stretch out your muscles to prevent chest pain. Most chest pain is a result of a muscle spasm not heart issues. Chest pain can be caused by heart issues so if you are NOT sure be sure to consult a physician. Meanwhile- the breathing exercises can help in a multitude of ways. It can reduce stress, help with insomnia if you do it before bed and increase your lung capacity. Be sure to check it out today!

Another amazing tool that Dr. Thoele shared with us is the 3-Minute Mental Makeover. It’s a therapeutic writing approach that can help reduce your stress, increase your mood and it’s scientifically proven! Dr. Thoele has done a study of patients from Advocate and their families and will be published in the American Academy of Pediatrics journal of medicine in the coming months. Here are the steps he shared with us last week:

  1. Get a journal/notebook
  2. Begin the 3 minute mental makeover
    1. Write down 3 things you are grateful for (be specific)
    2. The story of your life in 6 words (does not have to be a sentence, list of words is fine)
    3. 3 wishes (like you are asking a genie in a magic lamp)
    4. Share with a family member (ideally do this with a loved one- they do theirs – you do yours at the end share with each other)
  3. This all takes just 3 minutes and you reduce your stress, increase your mood and feel just great! Meghan and I are doing it and it’s working!

Thank you Dr. David Thoele for being an amazing doctor, for taking such good care of Meghan and for helping us figure out easy and low cost ways to live a healthier life and reduce our stress. Thank you!

I stand with HER

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I think I’ve been offline for a few reasons. One of the reasons is I was not sure what to or how to speak in regards to Dr. Ford’s upcoming testimony. I am here as with many Americans watching the testimony. I stand with HER. As a fellow  trauma survivor I totally understand where she is coming from and why she waited to come forward. I understand how moments are drilled into her memory and other aspects are not remembered. I too recall the events of the night, the play by play of the actual assault but I don’t remember the exact date. I remember the movie I watched prior, I remember waking up and going home but I do not remember the date, the month, nothing. I’m sure I could whittle it down. The movie was new to theaters so I could track the movie’s release dates and narrow down the timeline but I can’t tell you everything.

It irritates me sometimes that I can’t recall the entire night. Maybe it’s a self protection mechanism that our body provides to help us cope. I am not sure as to the why. But I can tell you that we must listen and we must believe. Nobody would ruin their lives to come forward. I didn’t come forward, I never came forward. I have told my story in a book but I have not told the person’s name to anyone except family, my husband, my therapist at the time and 2 good friends. Because this person was also a minor I actually kept their identity private for good reason.

Sadly this wasn’t the only trauma in my life. I had 2 others and both of the men, I also didn’t reveal their identity. Again, family, therapist, and husband know but otherwise it’s private and that was my choice and it should have been Dr. Ford’s choice as well. I wish I had said something at the time of the 3rd assault. I think had I gone to authorities that man would have been held accountable. I wasn’t so much worried about him I was concerned for his extended family for reasons I won’t reveal here. Now, I can breathe freely of the pain and the trauma. Why? Because I dug deep and in 2000, 2001 and 2002 I went to therapy and processed the trauma using EMDR therapy and traditional talk therapy and I am no longer traumatized.

I am here today watching Dr. Ford’s testimony and I feel for her. I empathize with her and I know just how hard this is. There was one final, 4th, assault- a groping incident on the train in the summer of 1999 and I did press charges and I testified in court. I was believed by the judge and the attorneys and even the defense attorneys. They simply wanted him to receive probation and that is what he got. When I was asked if he should be placed on the sex-offender registry, I said no. Why? He groped me, my clothes remained on and I didn’t want to ruin his life. Was it a wrong decision? I don’t know. I don’t recall his name so I can’t look him up to see if he did anything to anyone else. I can only hope that he took the probation as a lesson and he changed his ways. I will never know.

What I can tell you is that I stand with HER. I am very upset that folks that I thought I knew are so hell-bent on the fact they want Kavanaugh on the Supreme Court that they don’t believe Dr. Ford. I am awakened to the sad reality that sometimes people are so convinced that if they get another conservative on the bench that their belief in him is what is needed. I do not agree. It has helped me clean up my friend group and maybe that’s what I will take from this. I know who I can trust and who are my allies and I know people that I know that are living with fear and afraid of a balanced Supreme Court.

Menopause- Your skin might fry like chicken…

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So going into Menopause I suppose is called Peri-menopause. The lovely period of time before your period ceases to exist. The period of time that you go from having glowing supple skin to dry, peeling, skin. To where your lovely pale skin is now speckled in age spots. The time of your life that your period my sync to your teen and your husband and son’s want to go anywhere but where you both are. The time in your life when your period comes once every 2 weeks or once every 3 months or anywhere in between. Where cramping becomes a thing again. Where suddenly at night you are stripping naked because you’ve sweat thru your tee-shirt AGAIN!

Yes- this lovely information is not told to you. One has to google symptoms. This past week- I enjoyed 2 hrs from 4-6pm in full sun. It was a hot day in Chicago-land and I didn’t wear any sunscreen. I was happy to catch some rays and maybe some Vitamin D in the mix. I had no idea that a day later I’d wake up with hives up and down my arms as if I’d been a piece of fried chicken. By Friday I had scratched my pink itchy bumps and by Friday night I was a raging red and hot mess (my arms) and I was off to the doctor. Prednisone on board and the hives are beginning to fade. But why does nobody tell you that going thru peri-menopause and menopause that your skin can be sensitive to sunlight when it may have never been before? Did you know you can even become allergic to the sun? ALLERGIC??

Why does this happen? Well according to WebMD and other lovely sources of medical information online I have discovered it’s because your estrogen levels drop. From the website, My Menopause Doctor, I got to read up on this wonderful news:

What are the common symptoms of the menopause?

Some women have very few or even no symptoms and their periods simply stop happening. However, for the majority of women it is not so straightforward and around 80% of all women experience several symptoms. The symptoms you may experience vary between different women. These symptoms often have a very negative impact on your life and can really affect your relationships with your partner, family and work colleagues.

Symptoms include hot flushes, night sweats, sleep disruption, insomnia, exhaustion, mood swings, palpitations, chest pain, breathlessness, depression, anxiety, hair loss or thinning, vaginal dryness, bladder weakness, incontinence, urinary tract infections, lack of libido, change of body shape, dry eyes, dry mouth, memory loss, poor concentration, brain “fog”, aching joints and muscles, headaches and migraines.

Lovely- currently I experience all of them aside from hair loss or thinning, UTI’s and memory loss. GOOD GOD! At least I know I am not going crazy but egads.

I love the “change of body shape.” Is that what this is? I used to have a waist. USED TO…and now I feel like I am just one universal blob. Two years ago at my physical I weighed in at 150 and they cautioned me “Be sure to exercise and eat well etc etc.” And I did and I always have. I actually weighed my heaviest (aside from pregnancy) when I met my husband. I was 175 lbs and 5 ft 6″ and that wasn’t awful but after each pregnancy I went down 10lbs from there so after having Cole I was 145 lbs and I loved it. I felt good so by the time Cole was 10 yrs old I was 150 and I accepted it. I was a bit older- into my 40’s and I didn’t mind. But now just 2 years later and I’m back to 173.8 lbs. WTH? I haven’t worn dresses on a regular basis in years and now all of a sudden I’m in lovely Lularoe Carly dresses which look great and I don’t mind that I love them but I am only wearing them daily because MY PANTS DON’T FIT!!! Seriously- I had to buy like large underwear to cover my “change in shape” so I have no bumps appearing on the outside of my clothes. Seriously? What is happening?

I never wore v-necks before and now that’s all I wear for tee-shirts. A v-neck keeps me cooler. Dresses provide air flowing all over so I don’t sweat thru my pants- not that it matters since said pants don’t fit anymore either. I am NOT going to wear a size larger. NOPE- so dresses it shall be. I broke down and put on my fit-bit. I acknowledge that the last 10 lbs has gone on because our dog died and I stopped walking throughout the day. So the fit-bit is on and I’m cranking out 6,000 steps a day thus far. Next week my goal is to up it by 500 steps a day, so on and so forth til I hit 10,000 daily goal. I realize I became sedentary with my job (sit at my desk and type) and also with my volunteer jobs (sit at desk and type some more). I get it. I need to move and I am open to it. But this week alone I know I have walked more and eaten less and the damn scale has not budged. Maybe I need to give it more time but I swear every single night with these darn hot-flashes I am losing a pound if not more of just sweat.

Nobody shares this lovely information with you. Similar to when you are all excited about being pregnant and someone lets it go that you might poop in child-birth and you nearly vomit at the thought of it. Yeah- it is sorta like that. (Sorry if you are pregnant and reading this because in fact you poop when you give birth- one birth canal is right on top of your colon and it happens). Menopause is like that secret nobody talks about.

So if you don’t want your skin to erupt in a burn that looks like fried chicken I suggest you cover up and wear sun screen even if it’s 4pm outside. I was told to wear linen long sleeved shirts as my skin has become so sensitive. Apparently I am prone to the sun sensitivity in peri-menopause and menopause and post-menopause because I have very fair skin and I am allergic to environmental allergens. Joy.

I know my husband would love it if my libido was raging and I didn’t sweat at night. I’m hoping the sweating at least goes away and I wouldn’t mind being jazzed up for sex on a more regular basis either. Getting old sucks and I think us 45+ year olds need to band together and share what’s going on with our bodies because I’m fairly certain it ain’t just me sweating to the oldies.