Ask any woman over 50 years of age and she'll agree with me. One of the most deadly combinations known to womankind is...
Worry combined with Hot Flashes.
Take it from me, I know. They have joined forces and, for weeks, have been denying me the restful, restorative sleep I need to look my cutest and to function at my best.
I fall asleep fine, see that's their strategy. They lure me into thinking that I'm going to get a good night's sleep and then at about 2am, one alerts the other that I'm resting comfortably in la-la land, just about to embark upon a wonderful dream and BAM!!! They strike! And I'm up.
I'm sweating, I'm coming out of my PJs, I'm going over possible scenarios in my head that are not likely to ever happen, I'm fixing problems that don't yet exist, I'm a mess. Trix, my beloved feline daughter, is hoping that she doesn't get kicked off of the bed while I go through this, the poor thing didn't see any of this coming. But neither did I.
The absolute only thing good about Worry and Hot Flashes is that the deadly duo doesn't hang around for long. It occupies every ounce of my being for just a few minutes and then -- like a thief in the night -- it's gone.
But, while it doesn't last long, you can rest assured that it will return. And, just as Trix and I are getting ourselves comfortable, like the Terminator "It's Back!"
If I was a serious drinker, I'd find a drink that would knock me out. If I wasn't afraid of taking too many pills, I'd find one that worked for me. But short of drinking or pill popping this problem away, what am I do?
Suggestions are welcomed.
Til then, sweet dreams. I hope.
Worry combined with Hot Flashes.
Take it from me, I know. They have joined forces and, for weeks, have been denying me the restful, restorative sleep I need to look my cutest and to function at my best.
I fall asleep fine, see that's their strategy. They lure me into thinking that I'm going to get a good night's sleep and then at about 2am, one alerts the other that I'm resting comfortably in la-la land, just about to embark upon a wonderful dream and BAM!!! They strike! And I'm up.
I'm sweating, I'm coming out of my PJs, I'm going over possible scenarios in my head that are not likely to ever happen, I'm fixing problems that don't yet exist, I'm a mess. Trix, my beloved feline daughter, is hoping that she doesn't get kicked off of the bed while I go through this, the poor thing didn't see any of this coming. But neither did I.
The absolute only thing good about Worry and Hot Flashes is that the deadly duo doesn't hang around for long. It occupies every ounce of my being for just a few minutes and then -- like a thief in the night -- it's gone.
But, while it doesn't last long, you can rest assured that it will return. And, just as Trix and I are getting ourselves comfortable, like the Terminator "It's Back!"
If I was a serious drinker, I'd find a drink that would knock me out. If I wasn't afraid of taking too many pills, I'd find one that worked for me. But short of drinking or pill popping this problem away, what am I do?
Suggestions are welcomed.
Til then, sweet dreams. I hope.
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