Curses!

"Are you still menstruating," asked the nurse during my last visit to the doctor. A year ago I would've been insulted by this very transparent allusion to my aging body. Growing up I always looked young for my age, but in an ironic reversal of misfortune, as I get older that gap between perceived age and actual age is narrowing with each advancing year. Really now, shouldn't it be the other way around? *sigh*

"Yes I'm still menstruating," I bit back. As my behavior analyst girlfriend would say, I was showing 'signs of damage.' I'm frustrated that I'm still having to put up with my uninvited 'monthly visitor' AND dealing with the symptoms of perimenopause. It's just not fair. None of it. I'm starting to look my age; my period is nastier than ever (cramps, PMS, bloating--the whole shebang); I wake up to soggy sheets virtually every morning; I'm harvesting hair in unwanted places; and yes, Nurse Ratchett, I'm still menstruating, goddamit (oh, did I already mention that?) See? Signs of damage.

The way I see it is this: you either curse the curse or curse the sweats, but not both at the same time.
C'mon, give us girls a break!