I Hate My Hormones
Well, I don’t know if I hate them. They’re just confusing me again! Wait. Here’s a hate.
When I was a teenager, I had skin that was perfect. Not that anyone ever complimented me on it because everyone hated me! Nonetheless, no acne.
Now??? Ugh. I’m breaking out like a stupid teenager at 41! It’s driving me mad! And I know it’s hormone related. How do I know? This has happened at least twice now. That I remember.
I didn’t get my period this month when I thought I was getting it. That was a month after I got it before–last month. I’m still waiting.
Also, I’m not pregnant, either. I’m gay. I can’t even remember the last time I had sex, and if I were to do it tomorrow, it sure wouldn’t be with a guy!!!
Now, I’m back to this notion. Am I peri-menopausal? There are some other things that fit that have happened, as well. I’m still on the younger side of it all, however. Maybe I’m peri-peri-menopausal? *rolls eyes and laughs*
Well, if I’m nearing that stage, one good thing about a symptom. Loss of sex drive. No problems there! Like I said, if I could do it tomorrow…?
That ain’t gonna happen, though. Nope. No way. Nuh-uh. Whatev.