My own personal summers

So with a hysterectomy (obviously) comes menopause. I mean I knew that in my head.

I did not understand hot flashes.

NO ONE UNDERSTANDS HOT FLASHES UNTIL THEY'VE HAD ONE.

Oh my word.

You'll be minding your own business doing something like, oh I don't know, making dinner or sleeping, and then bam! It's like the Kool Aid Guy crashes through the wall and dumps himself all over you then runs away laughing hysterically.

The doctor has offered estrogen supplements and now, on this side of things, I'm considering a bit more carefully my immediate sniff of scorn at the idea, but I'm going to investigate a few more natural options first.

All I could think last night when I woke up because I was suddenly soaking wet was that Satan and his dumb apple are probably responsible for this, too. The curse never really goes away.