The
sweltering heat of the summer this year somehow appeared hotter than last year;
it's the global warming and the ozone problem I keep telling myself. In
reality there's a far more simple explanation: it's the menopause! However in
the winter having an internal heat wave fire up like a furnace certainly keeps
one warm on chilly days. Why did mother nature bless women with the addition of
an extra little something special to keep us busy later on in life? As if
wrinkles, laugh lines, hair disappearing and reappearing where least desired,
and certain parts of our bodies surrendering to gravity in some kind of manic
race to reach the floor is not enough; we are also subjected to hot flashes.
You can always spot a woman in menopause, for she is wearing layers, so when
her personal thermostat goes awry, a quick rendition of "the dance of the seven
veils" is performed as layers of clothing are quickly shed. As for the beads
of sweat that start dripping down one's face - how attractive is that? Standing
in the post office, any woman fanning herself with the bills she is about to
pay, or sticking her face in the open door of the freezer for some respite -
are all unmistakable give-away signs of a woman going through menopause. So how
lucky am I to have Gaucher, Parkinson's and to top it off, the menopause? I
think in my next life, I'm coming back as a man. Men seem to have a far easier
time of it.
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