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After a three month break, I have my menses again. Darn! I was hoping that was over with.
A neighbor had to move suddenly, over in the war zone. She had a bunch of merchandise at her house, to sell at the flea market.
As she was leaving, she hollered out to me that the house was unlocked and that I could take everything they'd left, except the television and the microwave, which went to another neighbor.
I brought home at least two pick up trucks' worth of stuff, including a case of sanitary napkins. I thought at the time they might last me through menopause.
Well, that was about a year and a half ago. I've still got about a hundred pads left.
I literally moaned as I pulled another package out of storage, eyed the few packages remaining, and thought, "I don't ever want to have to buy these damn things again!"
So, maybe the assault to my body from that has weakened me.
I never had any trouble with my menses, not since puberty, anyway. Not until my baby died. Since then, it's been very VERY painful, especially on the left side of my abdomen, where my fallopian tube is missing now.
Every menses since has been torture and a hideous, physical reminder of the loss of my daughter. It's not nearly as painful as the first time was, but it's bad. Close enough.
So, maybe that knocked the wind out of me.
