One of the overriding comments that women make about the menopause is feeling a lack of control over themselves or their bodies. Some even say that surrendering to the unknown is part and parcel of the menopause transition.
Today’s blog features a piece written by Ular, a woman in her late 50’s, one Sunday morning while in the grips of the menopause blue.
LAB RAT
Woke up sweaty, hot and bloated. “Why?” I ask myself.
A shower. Surely that will cool me down.
Whose body is this? Raw, listless, sweating.
Breakfast: surely that’s something I can do.
Breakfast’s done, I should feel better.
But no.
Limp and aching. I need to lie down; curl up into a ball to calm the throbbing in my body.
Why?
Have I been prodded and probed, injected with an illness
That runs rampant through my body, replacing my energy with pain.
Please make the pains stop; the monthly show, I can handle that.
But being a lab rat for the menopausal?
No!