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RECEPTION HALL SHOPPING II

HEADACHE LEVEL IN MORING:  0

EFFEXOR LEVEL:  37.0

PERIMENOPAUSAL LEVEL:  0

HEADACHE LEVEL IN EVENING:  9

Seems everywhere I go with CoD fellas notice us.  Well, not us, but CoD most likely  - who am I fooling?  Today a pickup truck with two guys (who were missing quite a few teeth between the two of them and had wheezy breath) pulled up along side of us and said, “Hey, how you doin’?”  I gave them a piece of my mind.  Which I have to be careful of since I don’t have much left to give.

Since I can’t parallel park, I took the closest parking spot I could find where I could slip in vertically before the subway started which makes the road inaccessable to cars.  Consequently, we had to  walk down Main Street in the city of Buffalo quite a ways to get to the final destination of the place we were looking to rent for the reception.  I was panting and sweating profusely by the time we got there.

While it was rich in Buffalo history, CoD was so relieved to hear me say as soon as we left, “No bloody way are you guys having your stuff there!”  Ewwww.  Pictures of other receptions looked fantastic online.  Just a yucky vibe there and too much work to make it look nice enough.  Not to mention we saw a few winos, a microwave sitting out in the middle of the sidewalk, and I overheard one girl who was loitering outside the building, “and I wasn’t pregnant OR on methadone then” to her cohort.

Today we found no decapitated Woody Woodpeckers, just rednecks.  CoD and I did start the day with a nice breakfast down on Elmwood where I decided for the first time in over three years to try some of that yummy feta cheese on my souvlaki breakfast.  I haven’t had any cheese (well, I’ve had aged cheese for over three years as they are a known trigger for migraines.  Since I’ve been doing pretty well with the migraines, I thought it would be as good a time as any to give it a whirl as I’m supposed to try my triggers now and then to see if I’m able to rule them out.

FETA = MONSTER MIGRAINE.

Love, Little Miss HorMONA

I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO’S ANGRY

HEADACHE LEVEL:  0 (“yay” is an understatement)

EFFEXOR LEVEL: 37 mg (still dwindling down)

PERIMENOPAUSE LEVEL: 3 (Marty’s lucky day)

All levels are on a scale of 1-10, 10 being the worst.

If you read my post yesterday about my anger issues which I blame on being pre-menopausal, peri-menopausal, or para-menopausal, you will see that I have a few new BFFs below:

And when the first one talks about a “gas experience”, she is speaking about my incident at the gas station, not an experience with flatulence, though I have those, too.

As a fellow “paramenopausal”, I say DO NOT manage the anger.  It is my firm belief that we owe it to the world to let them know how badly they all suck.  We owe it to ourselves to let out the ugliness inside.  I am in an angry mood and had a similiar gas experience this morning.  However as I was leaving my spot, I opened the window and told the idiot parked in the double lane what a great parking job…. probably should have been nicer to that elderly lady who really had no idea what I was talking about. Oh well I am in a bad mood and she should understand as she probably was once menopausal and angry.

I thought that was pretty damn funny.  In fact, I laughed out loud for the first time in days.  Then I got this reply as well:

My husband told me that since I have gone through menopause, it is like I have continuous PMS that never goes away.

To which I said:  What? You mean this will never go away?  Oy vey.

Yes, I’m reading my book about “anger”.  Is there a magic bullet to erase my Calvinistic perfectionism?  In the olden days that magic bullet was Milton, then Valium, now Xanax.  Oh how I wish I could live 24/7 on Xanax.

Love,

Little Miss Sunshine