I swear I'm going through the same. Frankly, I relish the notion. My suspicious parts were never put any use to begin with, and I had nothing but trouble since I was eleven with the whole wretched thing (to the point of being anemic, actually--don't get me started!). I never got PMS ("I had a BMW once!"), and I don't get hot flashes, but then again I live in Texas--how could I tell a hot flash from a heat wave?peeptoad wrote:perimenopause blows. I hate getting old.
As for getting old... well, I can cope. I'm right in the middle of 'not a kid any more'. I won't be 'of a certain age' for another good ten years. And besides, age and guile beat youth, enthusiasm and a bad haircut any day.