Boy, I'm on a roller coaster ride today.
Earlier in the day, I was on a manic roll,beboping around the house, multi-taksking with Beatles background music, now I am screaming down the precipitous drop to the gut wrenching turn that I know lies at the bottom of this hormone amusement park attraction that is my peri-menopausal self.
A friend of mine who is further along in the process than me, was asking her doctor the other day where they put herself? Because the person she used to be has vanished and they have replaced her with this new and unimproved model that can't get anything done. Well, that's an exaggeration. Everything takes 10 times longer to do, and then when you are finished, you can't remember if you actually did it or not. Leaving one with a vague and nagging panic that you really DID forget something important, 24/7.
And this is on a good day.
On the bad days, anything.... and I mean anything, that gets thrown at us of a negative nature, somehow grows into this humongous monster-like apparition which threatens to devour us whole, and let us be slowly digested over a thousand years, like that creature in the Star Wars movie.
It's like walking around all the time with one of those mirrors strapped to your forehead that says.... "Objects appear larger than they actually are"
And WOE to you if there really DOES come something along that is pretty serious. Why we could shatter into a million pieces! We could lose our minds, what little there is left of them! We could become cranky mean old ladies that hit people with their purse! Oy Oy Oy! I don't want to go there!!!!
There are days I could really use a padded room.
I might have to settle for the little desk in the cupboard. Just me and the scribble book. But that has a set of fears of its own. I don't want to become like The Queen of Norway waltzing around with my tablet at my side, writing down the secret messages in the Honda commercials or trying to decipher the coded transmissions sent out by the Al Franken radio program.
It's an all too possible scenario that should be avoided. So here I am doing a scribble book exercise right here on line for everyone to see instead.
Hmmmmm. That closet is looking better and better.
Somebody come and get me. I need help.
(Quickly now, she's not kidding!)
I heard that.
(Whimper.......)