There is one question that is now forbidden out on 4G-
Have you taken your medicine?
What the heck kind of question is that?? And if you dare to ask it again, I will advise you that for your safety…Do NOT even go there!
There is nothing in my house that will get a cheetah print shoe chunked at your head faster than that dreadful question!
WARNING: One should think twice about asking a menopausal woman if she has taken her meds because we can turn lethal in the blink of an eye.
As I reflect on the previous years, I take great pride in knowing that no harm came to my children, my husband or people in general, during my weak moments. I have also reflected on those times when I was mid-chunk, but somehow had the strength to stop myself…you’re welcome. However, listen to my words very carefully… we all have our limits.
Here’s a short conversation of how NOT to approach me on certain days…
Two weeks ago…
After working with the cows all day Cowboy comes in, puts his cowboy hat on the hat stand and walks towards me into the kitchen-
COWBOY: I’m glad I’m finally finished for the day. I’m starving! Is dinner almost ready?
ME: (I whip my head around and stare him down) I’m going as fast as I can!
COWBOY: (Backing up) Are you having a bad day or did you forget your medi…
I turn to him in the middle of the last word coming out of his mouth and I say-
ME: Choose your words wisely cowboy and you might not wake up tomorrow with bruises on your head from me hitting it with a broom!
COWBOY: (Putting his hat back on as he’s walking backwards out of the door) I think I forgot to do something, I’ll be back later.
ME: (standing with my arms crossed) umm humm…that’s what I thought!
So let me clarify…
I’m not afraid of being a prescription carrying member of the hormone tribe. And, I am definitely not afraid to admit there are times when taking those pills of gold are an absolute NECESSITY to keep me from killing ignorant people, Cowboy included.
To all of my fellow hormonal sisters out there… I stand united with you in our fight to keep our family members alive and our hormones on level.
‘Til next Sunday y’all,