Sorry I haven’t been around. Been dealing with an issue of the health variety in my family and I’ve been in a sort of funk. You know, since the diagnosis of the issue of the health variety. In addition to that, my menopause has kicked up about ten thousand notches.
To sum things up, I have been listless and with bad attitude. Which in turn has made me have zero interest in writing or reading or doing pretty much anything other than playing 6,467 games of Wordscapes.
Note: Contrary to popular and scientific belief, playing 6,467 games of Wordscapes does not — let me repeat — does NOT improve memory. Just ask my plants who I forget to water.
Aside from the issue of the health variety, I was diagnosed with acute “You Can Have A Stroke At Any Time If You Don’t Lower Your Cholesterol Now” Syndrome. You know, just to add insult to injury because life wasn’t already fun enough.
So, while I am battling hot flashes so severe I’m sure they will kill me before anything else by pure and simple combustion, I can now add a medication to my life — Lipitor. This is the very first continuous daily medication I have ever had to take. Which has a totally different look and feel from the One-A-Day Women’s 50+ and Pepcid I ingest everyday by choice.
I gained another grey hair uttering that sentence just now in case you were wondering.
The good new is I have been making sure I exercise five to six days a week.
The bad news is it hasn’t really done much to help lower my cholesterol.
The worse news is although I FEEL better, all this exercise does not make me LOOK better.
My skin has taken on a crepey sheen and my muscles have left the building. I mean, I can feel them, they just don’t want to show themselves.
My skin has taken on the appearance of what I can only compare to an elephant. So, be forewarned my female friends. There is a ton of fun coming up in your future. On the bright side, who will need a trip to Disney ever again?
Also, my daily trips to social media world have been limited. I have kind of lost interest in all that. I go on Facebook to wish someone a “Happy Birthday” and visit Instagram to watch the “stories.”
Talking about Instagram stories should make me feel young but somehow it doesn’t.
Anyway, if any of you are offended by my lack of interaction on your posts, please forgive me and try not to take it personally. Like my muscles, I have left the building.
That’s about it. I’m pulling myself up by the bootstraps and getting back in the game.
Now to go delete that Wordscapes app. Although I believe I may need an intervention.
3 Replies to “I’m alive.”
It’s all a farce- it’s better to feel good, than look good. Cheers to us in our late 50’s. You’re a beautiful soul, Mo!
I think you may be right. Thank you, Amy! Cheers!