Side effect: mild dementia?
The pamphlet that came with my hormone patches warned of dementia as one of the possible side effects.
Today I'm recording that I've certainly been feeling SOMETHING that would fall into that category.
Don't worry; I'm not seeing things that aren't there, nor am I thinking that pirates are going to come kidnap my daughter, nor am I going to set fire to the cat. It's more of a feeling of being "off", as in "off-kilter", "askew", or "out of sync". It's rather like a DVD that periodically skips as opposed to one that is totally unplayable because it constantly jumps all over the place. Last night, despite feeling this feeling, I played a game of dominoes with my daughter, and watched the last episode of "True Blood" with her and my husband.
The Black Curtain of Despair would never have allowed me to do these things.
What I'm saying is that this feeling of being "off", although fairly disconcerting, is still preferable to the deep, dark depression that I would go in and out of throughout all the phases of my menopause. Hopefully, it won't get worse (in which case, I'm going to need some grown-up here with me to keep me grounded), and it is temporary. It is weird and, as such, somewhat alarming, but it does allow me to function, albeit in a limited capacity, whereas the Curtain of Despair was always overwhelming, and resulted in hours, if not days, of bawling, shrieking, and sleeping.
So I shall keep close watch on it. If it doesn't get any worse (although, hopefully, it goes away), then I'm pretty sure I can get used to it.
Again, it's better than the Dark Curtain of Despair.
Today I'm recording that I've certainly been feeling SOMETHING that would fall into that category.
Don't worry; I'm not seeing things that aren't there, nor am I thinking that pirates are going to come kidnap my daughter, nor am I going to set fire to the cat. It's more of a feeling of being "off", as in "off-kilter", "askew", or "out of sync". It's rather like a DVD that periodically skips as opposed to one that is totally unplayable because it constantly jumps all over the place. Last night, despite feeling this feeling, I played a game of dominoes with my daughter, and watched the last episode of "True Blood" with her and my husband.
The Black Curtain of Despair would never have allowed me to do these things.
What I'm saying is that this feeling of being "off", although fairly disconcerting, is still preferable to the deep, dark depression that I would go in and out of throughout all the phases of my menopause. Hopefully, it won't get worse (in which case, I'm going to need some grown-up here with me to keep me grounded), and it is temporary. It is weird and, as such, somewhat alarming, but it does allow me to function, albeit in a limited capacity, whereas the Curtain of Despair was always overwhelming, and resulted in hours, if not days, of bawling, shrieking, and sleeping.
So I shall keep close watch on it. If it doesn't get any worse (although, hopefully, it goes away), then I'm pretty sure I can get used to it.
Again, it's better than the Dark Curtain of Despair.
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