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midlyfe 
It had been months since I'd seen him so I was due for my visit and it was good timing since I was losing more of my mind. "Life changes" will do that....pft. Somewhere in my ramblings I got it across that I was dreaming WAY too fucking much and was SLIGHTLY agitated....lmao. Manic....but not out of control. In fact I've been reigning in my bills since I have a master plan. His solution, that I agreed to, was to UP the good old mood stabilizer and see him in 7 weeks. Wow.....7 weeks instead of 9 months. I am stressed. :-D Now I figured I'd go along with this until MY solutions could be put into action.
1.) Rip out my uterus through my fachina and get this mother fucking menopause done. "peri-menopause" or what ever you wanna call it....is bullshit and I've pretty much had enough. Go through menopause which technically takes ONE day and voila...done.
2.) Turn 50 and get on with my life. No more freaking out about it, just do it and get over it like I did every other b.s. age.
3.) Pack my bags, take whichever or both kids, whoever wants to go or not and get the fuck outta dodge as they say.
Amen. ;-)
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I had my uterus ripped out of my fachina almost four years ago...I'm still crazy. Go figure.
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