Whine whine whine.
Had a lovely night out with the girls on Saturday night - dinner at a Thai place (Thanks, Sue, for bringing wine - yum!) and then off we went with several THOUSAND other women and a few intrepid blokes to see Menopause the Musical. Fun, but LOUD!
I have spent the last two days entirely in bed - Mr Beloved wakes me up and makes me eat stuff, and feeds me cups of tea, but that’s all the energy I’ve had. Pathetic.
Tried to sew a dress to wear for the big night out and it was even more DISASTROUS than the last attempt!! At least now I know that long full sleeves with elastic at the bottom make me look older than my grandmother…. and that the weight of knit fabrics makes a HUGE difference to the alterations I need to do- which I spent AGES on - and which were then TOO BLOODY BIG.
BTW: I HATE THE F****KING CONTRACEPTIVE PILL. It was supposed to suppress ovulation and therefore the pain - NOPE. after some research, did you know that every kilogram heavier you are than 70kg makes the pill less effective? Great. I’ve had 4 migraines and feel like I’ve had PMT all month and THEN been run over by a garbage truck. And the diet? That’s just a loss right now - I think if I even walk PAST food I’m putting on weight, I don’t even have to eat it. I am NOT looking forward to seeing the dietician tomorrow.
Right, that’s about enough whinging from me - I’m off to make a last cuppa tea for the evening and watch CSI:NY.
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June 17, 2008 at 3:27 pm
Keely
Oh dear. Hope you feel better soon!
June 18, 2008 at 6:47 am
Krissi's Stitchery
Yeah, The Pill is one of the great unknown evils of modern civilization. I gained weight and lost my sex drive (worked really effectively as a contraceptive, though). I’m allergic to latex and spermicide AND have never successfully been fitted for a diaphragm. I’ve since switched over to a non-hormonal intra-uterine device that I’m hoping will take me through menopause (it’s good for 10 years).
My suggestion was, of course, a hysterectomy, the the doctors kept saying I “would” change my mind about having babies. Here I am at 42, married, seven critters - no babies and no desire for them (I teach in the summers and play with the neighbor kids & send ‘em home).
p.s. Go for the bell sleeves.