Early Menopause... Or, How Phil Oakey Helped My Hormones

Ahhhh... this post has taken me quite a healthy dose of courage (and wine) to write.  I wouldn't normally make it my practice to write publically about topics which we shall say are somewhat, below the belt.  However, after much searching on the vastness that is the world wide web I have found there is little or no information in relation to what I am about to unleash upon YurtGirl World readers.

Intrigued?

First, a little something on the way that YurtGirl's mind works.  I have this rather perculiar yet somewhat irritating habit of taking words, phrases and adapting them to fit music riffs and song lyrics.  For instance, in the mornings I often forget to brush my teeth until the last minute.  This of course leads to a mad dash to slap some paste on my brush and give my mouth the once over, while Ms Threefold is tapping her feet waiting at the front door.  Therefore, I have taken the Simple Minds song "Don't You, Forget About Me" and altered it slightly to become "Don't You, Forget About Teeth".  This inevidebly became lodged in my grey matter, and taunts me all morning.  The upside is, it gets my teeth brushed and keeps the gorgeous one happy. But I digress... 

Of recent months, this little YurtGirl has had to address the fact that she is approaching (albeit prematurely)...

THE MENOPAUSE

I'll stop you here though, and rewire your thinking in how to 'say this':




So you can see, everytime I think of the 'Big M', I hear Phil Oakey's dulcet tones reverberating around my skull.  And while I'm not exactly dreaming of 1969, I am hanging out for a time when I don't have sporadic and inopportune hot flushes, random acts of anxiety, 2am changes out of sweat-soaked pyjamas....  On top of all this, there is the mixed elation of being almost free of monthly moments, and feeling as if you're at risk of becoming the dried-up old maid.  Because that's the thing, isn't it?  The Lebanon Menopause usually conjures up images of grey-helmeted women, luxuriating in Tena Lady FeelsLikeI'mWearingARealPairOfPaperUndies comfort whilst planning how to feather their empty nest.  There ain't much info out there for 30-something women who are still doing the school run, enjoy a night out on the tiles and are still intent on keeping the hair-dyeing caper up for a few decades yet!    So while I don't want to fixate on the perils of early menopause, I do want to be able to document the journey for any other under-50s who may be on the hormonal precipice.

Right... back to our regularly scheduled blog entries!