Monday, April 29, 2013
I was sitting at work today, hunched over my computer and feeling very Mondayish. If you don't know what I mean by Mondayish, run away and play in the traffic, do. The only thing on my mind was concentrating on the 'to do' list (first getting it written and then getting it done).
Suddenly, I started to feel Not Right. Even by Monday's standards, not brilliant. Bit of a temperature developing, etc. I mentioned this to the colleague next to me who suggested I might be going down with something. 'I'd better not,' I said tersely. Busy busy busy, things to do. Opened the window to let in fresh air. Started to feel better quite quickly.
In fact half an hour later, felt more or less back to normal. Medium for Monday you might say.
Then it hit me. Oh yes. The thing I've been expecting, for close on 10 years appears to have manifested itself this morning, Monday 29 April 2013, in the form of a hot flush.
Oh what fresh hell is this? I'd actually convinced myself I was going to be one of the lucky few who sail through the menopause without noticing it. I'd had a few symptoms, more of the general ageing kind: wrinkly neck, nonspecific sagginess, dodgy blood pressure. Nothing definite though. Then my temperature goes stratospheric for half an hour and comes back down on its own.
So here we go. A new chapter, more excitement. Oh yes.