Enter at Your Own Risk, Part 2
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Some stupid questions, some thought provoking questions. 1. If you died tomorrow who would you leave everything you own to?: The Prof, my sisters, the zoo. There would be a special stipend set aside for care of the cats. 2.If you had to go live in Borneo for the rest of your life and you…
I’m going through the whole “what the hell am I keeping a diary for” phase again. This question has come up to plague me yearly since I started keeping this thing on line. I’ve come up with good reasons in the past. I’m just not sure they were valid reasons. Good and valid aren’t necessarily…
This has been a weekend of tidying up. Christmas has been banished to the basement for another eleven months of solitary confinement. Toilet bowels have been scrubbed. Kitchen accoutrements have been steel-wooled and degreased. Sofas have been curried free of lint, cat hair, and stuff I donât want to consider too closely. I washed windows…
Can a situation be both better and worse than you originally thought? It would appear that I’m on a new committee, formed by a top official in our company, who then promptly abandoned it to sink or swim without his assistance. We have to address certain issues, figure out how we would respond if certain…
Salamander Jeopardy time. Answer: An even nastier job that needs doing. Question: What’s the best way to get inspired to take on a nasty job? Yup, it finally (temporarily) stopped raining this afternoon. This morning I had picked up two month’s supply of Flagyl for two cats at my vet, and was sitting at the…
Went to bed at 7:30 last night – told the Professor I was really tired from our friend from Norway’s visit and needed to catch up on sleep. And I did sleep, too, until six this morning when the alarm clock went off. I always get this way when I get really down. Appetite is…
Ok, have your OB/GYN give you a referral to an indocrinologist. There are estrogen mimicing (sp) drugs out there that can give you some relief without the dangers of estrogen.
One thing I have learned is that Drs. are so focused on some things that they miss others. I took my mother to FIVE Drs. for her sudden blindness before we hit on a neuro-opthalmologist who figured out that her blindness was caused by her inability to absorb B vitamins due to Crohn’s disease. Every other Dr. she had seen knew her medical history yet missed the fact that Crohn’s causes malabsorbtion in the small intestine. The fact that the transplant Dr. misdiagnosed your high blood pressure really isn’t a surprise. If it isn’t in the realm of what they are used to, they miss it.
You are an educated woman who doesn’t lie down for what the "professionals" say. You have done the research and you know what is going on. Stick to your guns until you find a Dr. who can help you with the perimenopause. As someone who has gone through it (and am still going through it) I can say that there ARE answers out there, you just have to shovel through the shit before you find them.
Hugs,
Bobbi
The Oracle of Pupik asked me to pass on this message to you.
"Some days it’s better to just to stay home and bake cookies."
I tend to trip over major things like shadows, dust and perfectly even ground. I also stumble across gravity pockets frequently, which quickly suck me to the ground and strongly resembles a trip.
Alli
Hmmm… didn’t you say something about moving Out West? They won’t know you’ve tripped for quite a while.
I so agree. Bats have been given awful press.
I met a woman who kept an orphaned bat tucked inside her clothing against her chest to keep it warm. The woman had cancer and was glad to be able to give life to another being.
I’m experiencing staggering inmaturity today and will retire to laugh at the thought of hot flushes until the dreadful guests we are entertaining are gone never to return.