The Squeaky Wheel?

The saying "The squeaky wheel gets the grease" is one of the truest things I've ever heard. The people who bitch and moan, whine and generally make everyone else's life miserable seem to end up on top all the time. Why is that?

Sleep, Perchance?

I can always tell when my body is going to start screwing around with me. I'll be at my desk, diligently working, and all of a sudden, the Fifty-Something Female Caribbean Flush (FSFCF) erupts on my chest, climbs up to my neck and then to my face. My hair becomes damp. My bra feels wet. And then it's gone. This is my warning: Brace yourself, honey. Here comes the ravenous appetite, hot flashes, mood swings, and horrible sleep patterns once again.

I can go months without these feelings. Months where I congratulate myself that the worst is over. And then - surprise! The FSFCF appears.

I know I should be grateful for everything in my life. That's what the Bible says somewhere. But come on! Isn't menstrual cramping, fatigue, childbirth, having to wear a bra, and dealing with chin hairs enough torture for one lifetime? We have to deal with the end of the fertile period in our lives too, by the FSFCF?

Excuse my whining. I just experienced a hot flash that had me ripping my bathrobe off and running out to the back patio to cool off.