Over Christmas I had my teen-aged niece visiting, and my daughter home from college.
Coincidentally, they were both having their periods.
Now, me, I am past all that, for more than two years.
And – if you were wondering – it is lovely not to have that hassle going on, especially since my periods involved migraines and bloating and mood swings and cramping, all on top of just the general annoyance of it all.
So come New Years….
I put on serious weight, just over a few days.
I just couldn't get warm, and my bras all were just fitting all wrong.
Then I just about bit off Tom's poor head for no reason in particular.
Here we go again.
Well, if you are 58 and suddenly start bleeding again, the first thought isn't that it's your long-lost period coming round again.
Kaiser really, really wanted me to come in about it.
So, lucky me, I got to go have an endometrial biopsy – NOT a recommended entertainment, btw.
(And why are there nerves in there to notice sharp objects?
I mean, in the state of nature, nothing scoopy is supposed to be going in there, so what are these nerves for?
And, definitely, there are nerves involved.)
To add to the fun, they told me I'd get the results in the mail in ten days to two weeks.
And it just continued not to arrive.
And at twenty days I come home to a phone message to call the doctor.
Which took 24 hours to turn into a call back.
Turns out, he just wanted to talk it through instead of sending the results in the mail.
Everything is fine, just weird.
I blame the girls – and so does my doctor.