My day today

Every woman who is over the age of 55 should know, that the change of life and the complete and rapid dump of hormones, can really mess with a lady. If we aren't shoving towels up our shirts, front and back, to absorb the sweat, so that our limited wardrobe doesn't have to be washed 5 or 6 times a week due to sweat saturation, searching high and low for an anti-antiperspirant that actually stops the arm pits from raining into our shirts and raining on our parades, or we are up and down all night constantly changing our wet night wear, freezing, to hot, kicking our partner because they are to hot and to close. We aren't cranky because of hormones...

WE ARE CRANKY BECAUSE WE ARE WET AND COLD!!

It is as simple as that. Guys, we ladies know, that you just don't understand and no matter how the ladies might try to explain it to you, it is still a concept that is beyond your grasp. It is not your fault, it is the way God designed you. See he had to make women different from men and stronger than men in different ways to accommodate having and raising babies and husbands. Whooouuups did I just say that? I surely did!

Don't be offended, I know you gentlemen work hard to provide for your families and lady loves, but when it is time to play, Guys, you throw adulthood and maturity out the window at 5 p.m. and revert back to your childhood. You come home from work and you expect your partner to feed you like your mom did. Sure why not, it is our pleasure to take care of those we love. Let's not forget the endless trails of dirty shorts and socks, jeans and t-shirts, sandals, work boots, sports shoes, that usually lay right where you drop them ,until who comes and picks them up? That's right, us, the ladies, the light of your worlds, the mother of your children (most often), that would be my point.

Sure physically, us girls, are weaker than the men, that is a given. We accept this as a fact of life and we like it. We like the feeling of knowing that we have a nice strong man to protect us, however... sometimes, we would rather kiss a snake than have sex. It has nothing to do with the man himself. We just feel really gross and very unattractive. We have no desire to get even more sweaty and exhausted. Going through peri-menopause and menopause is not easy on us, ladies. We begin to mourn the loss of our youth.

We don't get winkles because of sun and weather!! We get winkles because we are dehydrated. All the water in our bodies sweated out through our sweat glands, ruined our clothes and our night time rest and our good looks. Honestly, it is not fun!! We are not happy because we are uncomfortable not because we want to be a bitch and make the lives of our families hard.

You might say 'Well go to the doctor and get on hormone replacement therapy.'
The same hormones that cause dementia, blood clots, cancer, and a number of other things, what is the point? So that the pharmaceutical companies can make a buck from driving someone crazy or killing them? I'll pass and not with a polite dignity either. I would rather suffer through the misery of the endless sweat, the raining armpits and lack of anti-antiperspirants that are, actually strong enough to stop the sweat without making us smell like men, the crankiness, the endless crying jags than to take the poisons the medical professionals and pill pushers want to shove down our throats or stick on our skin or shoot into our veins. To me, my mind is a terrible thing to waste and I am not going to hand it over to some quack who only job in life, if writing on a little white pad of paper,
'Poison, 3x a times' with 6 refills and more to come because the meds they hand out like candy, if I am going to fall apart then, I am going to do GOD's way not theirs. I don't and won't have my cupboards full of dangerous pills that my teen agers can take out and sell and really hurt someone with. I will keep my cupboards safe and my dollar bill in the pocket of those people who really do make a difference in this world.n

I am giving the pharmaceutical companies a big fat sign, 'NOT IN MY HOUSE!!'

I don't want to be preserved, I don't want to be pickled, I don't want my mind messed with I just want the sweating to stop, . That's all any woman wants. They want to be dry and we get really cranky when we are walking wash clothes on the driest of days.

So guys and kids, don't worry, we aren't screaming at you and being mean just to be mean. We're just cranky because of continued discomfort. Don't feel offended if we don't hug you, it's hard to hug people when your clothes are wet and you smell and you know that as soon as someone touches you, the sweating will get worse and those wet clothes are going to be pressed against us, kind of makes us want to crawl into a hole.

By the way the prescription strength anti-persistent? Might as well put shortening on under the arms, because that is how well those work with peri and post menopausal women. I am, truthfully, seriously considering buy the pads that nursing mothers use in their bras, and use in my arm pits to stop the dripping.

So folks that is that! If you have a woman in your life suffering through this phase of her life, don't be angry with her, understand, that she is uncomfortable and usually running on very little sleep and she is always wet, cold, shivering or so hot that the sweat begins to literally running off their bodies in riverlets. Have patience with us, we're just as frustrated and twisted up and tired of it as the rest of the family and we are struggling to balance the frustration with temperance and love and it's not always easy, and we often fail.

But we, as women, no matter how wrinkly and saggy we get, we still love our families very much.