Out Of The Fog And Into The Light

What a difference a week can make! Just one week ago, I was in the depths of despair, and I am not exaggerating. Today I can't even remember how that felt. I had to go and read my entries of last week to remember it.

It's really quite shocking how hormones can go up and down so quickly as to change one's entire outlook and personality.

In any case, I feel like myself again. And I've actually slept through the night for two nights in a row now. I confess that I'm still tired--having my period tends to do that at the best of times--but I am not exhausted and my spirits are up again. I am me.

Of course, now I fear the next bout of PMS, which now I realize I was experiencing. It was a PMS such as I've not known since adolescence, which is a time few of us would want to relive if we remember it clearly, and I do. I have a freakishly good memory.

It would all be easier if I had a predictable menstrual schedule these days, but I do not. I long for the days when I had a 28 day cycle, like clockwork. I used to literally mark down on the calendar when PMS would be likely to begin, and that had a good effect on me. Once I had that figured out, I seemed to be able to manage the symptoms just by knowing that I had PMS.

Not so much now. I honestly had no idea last week that I was going through it, because I can't remember the last time I had two periods so close together.

I do have to figure out a way to cope though. I can't imagine continuing on like that until I go through menopause.


In other news, it's been lovely having my daughter here, and we've had a lot of fun and lots of girl talk. She's made a nice balance of time for family and time for visiting with old friends. I have spoken to her and she will allow me to post a hair photo before she leaves. I still can't believe how much her hair grew since June! The eczema problem that she kept going through during the summer is nicely under control now, and I'm hoping that she will have no more severe bouts. I pray that she grows out of it, as I did.

It's going to be hard to say goodbye to her on Friday, but I know she will be home for Christmas.

My son is really enjoying his job, and that makes me happy.

So all in all, things are good. I still have a few worries, but they're on the back-burner right now. And that's okay.

'Til tomorrow, my friends. Much love to all. And many thanks again to those of you whose kind words helped me through my difficult week.
xo