Hot Flashes
They started a few months ago, gently at first.
I would be practicing my fiddle and suddenly feel a bit warm.
“This isn’t so bad,” I would think. “Nothing like the raging sweats I have heard about.”
Now I know.
Now I know what it is like not to be able to sleep through the night without waking up covered in sweat, only to be hit by the chills as soon as I throw the covers off.
Now I know what it is like not to be able to concentrate for more than a few minutes at a time without my thoughts going fuzzy and my motivation draining out of me like water.
Now I know what it is like to feel overcome with rage, only to be dropped the next moment into apathy because what difference does it make anyway, now that I can no longer conceive?
Now I know what it is like to be a woman—because, of course, I am no longer one, not in the way that really matters.
I wish I were talking about menopause.
“How have you been? I haven’t seen you for weeks,” one of the older women who serves as greeter at Mass s…
I would be practicing my fiddle and suddenly feel a bit warm.
“This isn’t so bad,” I would think. “Nothing like the raging sweats I have heard about.”
Now I know.
Now I know what it is like not to be able to sleep through the night without waking up covered in sweat, only to be hit by the chills as soon as I throw the covers off.
Now I know what it is like not to be able to concentrate for more than a few minutes at a time without my thoughts going fuzzy and my motivation draining out of me like water.
Now I know what it is like to feel overcome with rage, only to be dropped the next moment into apathy because what difference does it make anyway, now that I can no longer conceive?
Now I know what it is like to be a woman—because, of course, I am no longer one, not in the way that really matters.
I wish I were talking about menopause.
“How have you been? I haven’t seen you for weeks,” one of the older women who serves as greeter at Mass s…