Joys of Perimenopause

Sure, I love being a woman. I mean who wouldn't want to be a woman? We are the gentler species, the nurturers, the weaker sex. Ha, that is until your body decides to revolt against you. Night sweats, mood swings, unwanted hair growth or loss, weight gain, memory issues. Gees, it all sounds so wonderful doesn't it? 


I have been having mild menopause symptoms since my tubal ligation when I was 29 but it has just been lately that the symptoms have become severe and problematic.  The night sweats are easy to contend with for the most part but hot flashes are vile. They bring on yet more nausea and occasionally vomit. My entire body feels like I'm a volcano exploding into the coldness of space. I've always had a photographic memory and now forgetting the simplest of things is becoming scary and worrisome. No one should forget their next sentence mid-conversation, but somehow it happens quite often. 


The worst by far is the mood swings. Spontaneous crying, fits of rage that would scare even The Creature from the Black Lagoon.  The dumbest part of it all, is the lack of reasoning behind the rage or the tears. Commericals, movies, simple conversations with friends and family. I find that I'm much more anxious and paranoid then ever. I feel like I'm ready for a pretty white padded room some days. 


Menopause wasn't something ever discussed in my house growing up. Sure I've seen a lot of women go through it but there was never any consistency in the symptoms or reactions. It is certainly not something you can use one brush to paint the picture with. Too many factors that vary from woman to woman make it near impossible to get or give good advice. What works for some, may not work for others. HRT (hormone replacement therapy) isn't an option for me because of an earlier breast cancer scare. So now my quest is on to find something that will help the symptoms but not add to my already lengthy medication list. 


As if having chronic illness isn't bad enough. Now Mother Nature sees it fit to mess with my internal clock. My clock isn't ticking anymore, it's pounding trying to escape.


The journey into old ages continues........

DAYS OF OLD...excerpt from 'Inside the Dragon's Heart'

Days of Old

Secrets lie within their walls

Voices echo in the silence of night

What was once historic is now myth

Close the eyes to see the dancing images

Fires burning with ancient songs

Cloaks shelter the faces

Whispers of incantations fly into the sparks

Fate decides the path of enlightenment

Generations learn their trade one step at a time

Condemned for their abilities

Protecting themselves from persecution by hiding

Yet still holding their beliefs to heart

Centuries pass memories fade

Curiosities bring back an ancient religion

Customs passed on from mother to daughter

Always remembering those who came first

The days of old light the future

Sher B….2002-08-21 ©

DAILY PSYCHIC TIP OCT 19 2011

You can never have too many candles or too much salt. To protect your home against ill will. Place a ring of salt around the house so no evil can cross. Use sage or rosemary smudges to cleanse the house from evil spirits or negative energy. Use apples that have been halved to show the natural pentagram in the centre and place laurel leaves (bay leaves) across the apple half and place them outside of a doorway to prevent any evil from entering. (it's organic so Mother Nature will take care of the apple or any little hungry critters)

Keep Thyme, Rosemary, Salt, Parsley, Bay Leaves on hand at all times.

Until the Next Laugh...excerpt from 'Inside the Dragon's Heart'

Until the Next Laugh

Pristine white blanket

Flakes faceted in perfection

Cold beauty to witness

Embedding the unsuspecting ground below

Escalating winds drive the force

Temperatures plummet to a deathly chill

Cars run amok from nature’s torment

Victims of the uncontrollable

Winter storm watch all over the news

Everything closes nothing untouched

The shower of snow intensifies

Blizzard the word on everyone’s lips

Seemingly endless days ensue

The harsh glory of the sky

Captures observers in a prison of snow

Continual battle to find warmth

The sun dances finally

Melting mother natures’ practical joke

Life presses forward

Until the next laugh begins

Sher Boudreau 15-01-2004 ©