A Certain Mercurialness of the CHANGE
Hi ho, MMMMLogerinos!
Some MMMlogerinos may consider the following to be . . . uh, totally inappropriate to downright distasteful. All the better, I say!
I'm going to talk about the CHANGE, as my genteel grandmother called menopause (when she had to mention it at all.) Actually, the CHANGE is a more positive descriptive word than what women aged 40-60, who are entering or exiting that *&^%$#* change in their bodies and lives, call it these days.
Just as I thought I never suffered PMS, I don't believe I exhibit that certain mercurialness of behavior and attitude that I see in many women my tender age and older. Case in point, my dentist. Lovely woman, gentle, talented and I'd been going to her for years . . . until her only response to her persistent question of why I grit/grind my teeth was a snappish: "What do you have to be stressed about? You've got a great husband and son. A perfect life. What more could you want?" And off she would sail to "treat" the next patient to her CHANGE-modified bedside manner.
The assistants and hygienists in her office are younger, as she and I used to be. I feel for them having to experience our doing the CHANGE. It probably scares them to death that our something evilly menopausal is their way coming. (As you see, I'm including myself in this because I'm an avatar-in-training and believe that what I observe out in reality is my creation, my menopausal dentist, and is a reflection of myself. However, I still hold that I am not THAT mercurial . . .) We've found a new dentist who's been in practice for about four years. He's a very serious young Asian fellow and I'm not afraid of him or his office assistants who are his age and younger. I behave very nicely because I want to be a good model of a possible future and don't want to scare them. :>))
We went to a new eye doctor, who proved to be a very nice man that we like very much. However, his office is staffed by women of that certain mercurialness. They even scare me with their short tempers and "What the f--- do you want?" attitudes. They seem resistant to my vast charm and attempts to happy them up. Oh. My. I really don't look forward to going back there, but it's all about the DH's employer's vision plan and the approved providers.
Now, take my GYN. What a woman! She's early thirtyish, fun and GREAT in everyway. We clicked from my first visit. Dr. Kelley spends time with me and actually listens, laughs at my jokes and reads my books, plus she researches for me. What more can you ask for? Yes, she's an excellent surgeon and physician. The best. And if I wax menopausal, such as weirdly bursting into tears in the middle of a funny story, she liberally applies the soothing balm of understanding, not judgment.
Crisco, Not Just For Baking Anymore . . .
Speaking of funny, I've talked to Kelley about many phases of post-menopausal female functioning. With the menopausal changes in a woman's body come some discomfort and the search for that comfort can become rather urgent and consuming. She told me that another patient of hers who is older than I took to using the vegetable shortening Crisco as a lubricant due to its easier positioning application and slow melting. I ventured that I hadn't ever considered the baker's choice a viable alternative for that particular problem.
We women, regardless of age or experience, are so darned creative!
Ciao, ciao, mmmmmmmmmmelinda
Some MMMlogerinos may consider the following to be . . . uh, totally inappropriate to downright distasteful. All the better, I say!
I'm going to talk about the CHANGE, as my genteel grandmother called menopause (when she had to mention it at all.) Actually, the CHANGE is a more positive descriptive word than what women aged 40-60, who are entering or exiting that *&^%$#* change in their bodies and lives, call it these days.
Just as I thought I never suffered PMS, I don't believe I exhibit that certain mercurialness of behavior and attitude that I see in many women my tender age and older. Case in point, my dentist. Lovely woman, gentle, talented and I'd been going to her for years . . . until her only response to her persistent question of why I grit/grind my teeth was a snappish: "What do you have to be stressed about? You've got a great husband and son. A perfect life. What more could you want?" And off she would sail to "treat" the next patient to her CHANGE-modified bedside manner.
The assistants and hygienists in her office are younger, as she and I used to be. I feel for them having to experience our doing the CHANGE. It probably scares them to death that our something evilly menopausal is their way coming. (As you see, I'm including myself in this because I'm an avatar-in-training and believe that what I observe out in reality is my creation, my menopausal dentist, and is a reflection of myself. However, I still hold that I am not THAT mercurial . . .) We've found a new dentist who's been in practice for about four years. He's a very serious young Asian fellow and I'm not afraid of him or his office assistants who are his age and younger. I behave very nicely because I want to be a good model of a possible future and don't want to scare them. :>))
We went to a new eye doctor, who proved to be a very nice man that we like very much. However, his office is staffed by women of that certain mercurialness. They even scare me with their short tempers and "What the f--- do you want?" attitudes. They seem resistant to my vast charm and attempts to happy them up. Oh. My. I really don't look forward to going back there, but it's all about the DH's employer's vision plan and the approved providers.
Now, take my GYN. What a woman! She's early thirtyish, fun and GREAT in everyway. We clicked from my first visit. Dr. Kelley spends time with me and actually listens, laughs at my jokes and reads my books, plus she researches for me. What more can you ask for? Yes, she's an excellent surgeon and physician. The best. And if I wax menopausal, such as weirdly bursting into tears in the middle of a funny story, she liberally applies the soothing balm of understanding, not judgment.
Crisco, Not Just For Baking Anymore . . .
Speaking of funny, I've talked to Kelley about many phases of post-menopausal female functioning. With the menopausal changes in a woman's body come some discomfort and the search for that comfort can become rather urgent and consuming. She told me that another patient of hers who is older than I took to using the vegetable shortening Crisco as a lubricant due to its easier positioning application and slow melting. I ventured that I hadn't ever considered the baker's choice a viable alternative for that particular problem.
We women, regardless of age or experience, are so darned creative!
Ciao, ciao, mmmmmmmmmmelinda
posted by MMMelinda at 10:05 AM
