This menopause “shit” is such a drag. Every morning as I get out of the shower I can feel the hot flash coming on “full blown”. It starts at the back of my neck and slowly creeps around to my face and chest, I even feel it in the crack of my ass, really attractive, right?
I sigh as I reach for the hairdryer, which seems almost like a torture device; at least it does to me when I’m in the throes of a major “hot flash”.
I have this whole routine I have to do each morning. It starts out after I have dried my hair. I put on my makeup, and then I must put powder on my neck and chest because I’m starting to ripen like a tomato on the vine. I run into the kitchen to get a cold bottle of water because at this point, “I’m dying here”. I must then turn on the ceiling fan to try to bring my body temperature down a few degrees.
I’m not one of those people that look great in a ponytail, but this is the last thing I do before I leave the bathroom. I have to keep that hair off the back of my neck. I keep my hair in a ponytail until I walk out the front door.
I was in the kitchen making my oatmeal the other morning and Dale was in the living room, he looked over at me, well more like stared and said, “are you on your way out to sign the Declaration Of Independence this morning”. I’m a little annoyed, I don’t need his “jokes” this early in the morning, I’m feeling a little crabby and I’m already running late. Annoyed I said, “What the hell are you talking about”. “You look like Thomas Jefferson with that ponytail”, he says. “Very funny, dumb ass” was my reply. Men have it so easy!