Friday, March 22, 2013

Sleeping in salt

Sound familiar?  It's all about the hot flash.  About 9 months ago my first sweat session began.  I have always been a "heater" as my love calls me.  This was an inferno.  Whew!!!  I thought "I need to turn up the air."  Living in Florida in the middle of July this is normal.  A degree lower every night for a few nights brought no relief.  Thermostat read 68 and my love was an ice cube.

A quote that I loved came to my mind during this time...

Much to my chagrin I was told by my Pharmacist I was experiencing a classic case of hot flashes.  I should have expected this, I'd been warned by my Gynecologist this was coming due to my history.  (More on this in another post)  Estroven to the rescue.  Within 3 days the flashes had become mere trickles.

I have learned to respect what my body is trying to tell me. Change is imminent.  Yet a new experience in life begins.  I treat the occasional hot flash as a way to cure my body of any lingering issues I may be guarding.  The cure being sweating it out.  It's time to let go of the known path and travel the path unknown.  I am ready to listen and learn.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

First thing I noticed

What happened to my 20/20 vision?  

I'll admit I wore corrective glasses for astigmatism from age 8 til about age 17.  I had the ugliest pair of glasses they made, black plastic.  Granted there weren't many styles to choose from.  I had them on my nose when I walked to the bus stop and as soon as I was out of my Mom's sight off they went into my book bag.  I swore my sister to secrecy.  It didn't take long for my parents to catch on.  After a "How's Barbara doing with her new glasses?" And a "I didn't know she wore glasses."  I was busted.  I remember the first day I wore my glasses to school.  I cried in the coat closet because of all the pointing fingers and giggles.  Pulling up my shoulders and taking a deep breath I walked into the classroom.  Of course the teacher, a nun, had to make a big production of these terrible glasses.  Standing in front of the classroom everyone got to take a long look at me.  Over the next 9 years I would get new frames and as I got older I was able to pick nicer frames. At age 17 I decided I wasn't wearing them anymore.  My vanity got the best of me.  

Fast forward to 2012.  Driving down the turnpike I look up to check the exit signs and it's all a blur.  A panic attack begins to blossom.  Am I going to miss my exit?  Is this the exit?  Should I start moving over into the senior citizen lane so as I slowly make my way I can try to read the sign?  My God what has happened to my vision.  Taking a deep breath I wing it and fortunately it's the right exit.  

The next day I schedule a long overdue visit to the Optometrist.  My Dr. is the same age as I am and I am a somewhat regular patient.  He says I now fall into the category that most mid forties fall into.  Can't see a damn thing.  Now the big question "Do you prefer contacts or glasses?"  I  prefer to go back to the eyes I had 10 years ago.  "Contacts!"  Now the fun begins.  I must see the contact "experts" to tutor me in the basics.  After several tries I get the contacts in.  Yippee!  Now I have to take them out.  This is easier.  I'm ready to call it a day and carry my contacts home to "play" with.  Oh no, put them in again, take them out again.  And over and over 3 more times. Maybe I should get glasses?  I soldier on and the "expert" tells me I'm a natural at this. 

 2 weeks later I get fitted for glasses.  I find out I must get progressive lenses, which will give me all 3 visions I need.  3 visions?  Near, far and slightly in between, for computer work for example.  I pick out a pair of, yes you guessed it, black plastic frames.  These frames do have rhinestones along the outer edge and zebra patterning on the arms.  I have to admit I am a teensy weensy bit excited.  I put them on and look in the mirror, not bad.  The tech counsels me that I will have to learn to use the glasses.  I roll my eyes, what's to learn.   The top portion of the lens is for distance, the middle for middle work and the lower lens for reading.  The tech asks me to read a paragraph on a card.  I can't read it. The letters are illegible.  I can read better without them.  I am told to look out the window if I look out the top of the glasses everything is crystal clear.  Reading is more blurry letters.  Once again I must practice.  

After going back and forth for adjustments to both the glasses and contacts I am now proud to say I can use both.  My vanity steers me toward contacts while my laziness loves the ease of glasses.  I get the best of both worlds depending on my mood.  Now if only I could afford laser surgery...

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

All new to me.

Looking to share my experiences with getting old...Yuck!  It has finally  happened.  I look in the mirror and the face I see appears a bit different every day.  Yes, I know this is part of life.  Could so much change in one day?  Eyes, bladder, size, skin, etc...  I'll try to tell it the best I can.  

Work schedule is a bit nuts, apparently this is in sync with everything else.  At least there is some continuity.  May not be here on a daily basis, although I will attempt.

Bear with me as I work out the kinks.  

Happy hormones on this 1st day of Spring!!!