<sigh> ..this is sometimes my life...
I cannot stress enough how much I loath menohell. No. I. Can. Not. They might put me in jail for excessive use of profanity in blogland.
It seems as though, there are cycles within cyles when it comes to menohell. I mean, it's like the earth and it's rotations ya know.
Think about this...the earth does a big rotation around the sun..that's our year. Then the earth spins on it's axis..to give us night and day. Fine. Great.
Well, I got news for ya. Menohell is it's own universe! You will rotate mini symptoms inside a whirlwind of major symptoms.
When it starts you'll be rotating around the menopausal sun of dispair..I swear.
You'll be pinged about like the ball in a pin ball machine with the pinball wizard at the helm!
Then suddenly..things will ease...your rotation has slowed.
The symptoms will let up some..(the pinbal wizard is taking a smoke break and she left the game on autopilot)
Then..by all that's holy, you'll start again..a new year in menohell. Those same symptoms you've already gotten over will come back...with a pinball vengance.
PING PING PING PONG..BLING...BLING.. bells and whistles go off, lights flash and we are back in the game!
Many years ago when I was much younger, I remember my mother saying to me "Girl, you better sleep now while you can because when you get older, you just can't sleep."
Her words haunt me now. I mean...hell..it is 3am and I'm blogging! WTF?
And I swear to you, somewhere in the midsts of all this, some god somewhere, maybe even a vile evil imp has moved my bed to a tropical zone that only *I* can feel. Yep..I'm sure of it. My bed is in the "twilight zone'..I can hear the music now.
It's a cross between that tropical samba music and the twilight zone theme. I can even picture the natives dressed in grass skirts twirling batons of fire under the bed..heating it up!
Need I say more about the night sweats?? I didn't think so.
I have a feeling that today is not going to be a good day. Why?
Because I have an appointment with
Here's the sad part. I went to the dentist to get a cleaning. He suggests we do some "preventative work' in my mouth on a few broken teeth (in the back) that had never given me a days worry or pain. Ok..so the corners were broken..they still worked, they never hurt..hell, I didn't even notice they were broken anymore..they'd been like that for better then 10 years.
I agree to his torture (what the hell was I thinking!?)
After my first 'preventative' visit..my teeth started to hurt.
And now..after visit # 3..my teeth hurt all the time. My teeth hurt..do you hear me..every tooth he has touched or 'worked' on..(two I might add)..ache me every day.
So today when I go in..he's going to finish up his work on tooth #1 (a preventative crown..pfft!)..I'm going to tell him to recheck tooth #2 (a simple filling on a broken corner) and repair whatever it is he missed...(because that one really aches.. for gawds sake!)
And then I'm leaving. I'm not going back. Nope. I've had my fill of the dentist chair (no pun intended). Today..he's done. period. fineto.
And just in case you don't know who Dr. Feinstone is..you can find out here or see the movie, either way..it's not pretty.
So..I'm heading to the shower now, to prepare for my day of torture. I think, maybe...a glass of wine and a heavty pain 'i don't give a shit' pill would be in order, but..I don't have one. Wine I have..oh yesh. Wine I have.
The Crone of dental torture
Sage
