Big Fun at the Red Sea

I’ve already droned on near endlessly (OK, maybe not) about nasty-ass colds, trike roll overs and  road rash and, of course menopause.

Do I EVAH stop whinging on about my health? Em....doesn’t appear so.

I was at my Primary Care doc’s office yesterday (seeing the most awesome nurse practitioner, Jennifer) for what was originally an appointment to get an antibiotics script for a pain in the ass UTI. I figured, I’d made the long drive into town so why not just go down my list of complaints.

Miraculously, I stayed focused and on topic. I didn’t kvetch about global climate change, gun control, the rapaciousness of the extremely wealthy (the 1%) or the lies, distortions and general chicanery the ‘right’ wing is trying, and often succeeding, in drowning us.

See? Aren’t I good?

The answer’s yes, by the way.
In any case, one of the larger issues yesterday was my current ride on the crimson wave. It’s been extreme. Tsunami-ish actually. If I was an island in the Pacific I’d be ancient history -- I’d  be watching tonight’s Sox/Rangers game with the lizardfish at the bottom of, what would be, The New Red Sea.

I’m all pissed about this of course. Honest to Kali, I’m 54 years old, when does this shite END!? Why, oh why, has menopause forsaken me?

Jennifer kept telling me this state of swampedness is normal (in that, at this time in most women’s lives, ‘normal’ looks a lot like ‘wildly, bat-shit wacked’), all the same, she’s making an appointment for me with a specialist. There ARE possible solutions, even for us no-can-do-the-hormone-replacement-crap Nf2ers.
Here’s the funny-ish thing -- getting this shit regulated generally involves birth control schemes!

From Dr. Oz:

In general, there is no age limit to birth control since you could use it for so many other reasons than just preventing pregnancy. Some methods of birth control can be used to help anemia, fibroids, heavy periods, acne, irregular periods, cramps (dysmenorrhea), endometriosis, prevention of endometrial and ovarian cancer, and, for some people, premenstrual syndrome.

Yea Margaret Sanger and Sandra Fluke!

I can’t do the pill (those desirable yet wretched hormones again) BUT I could, possibly have a non-hormone involving IUD installed. A friend has one and said it’s just the thing, works a treat in regulating and reducing her red tide.

Another’s been on the pill since the birth of her youngest (her and husband-honey have two, now teen-aged, kiddles) primarily to offset her risk of ovarian cancer (her mother died of this).

So, for all the idjit employers who don’t want their employees to have health insurance covered birth control because they think it’s all about the promiscuous sexy time. Fuck you, you ignorant, narcissistic, brain dead, empathetically impotent control freaks!