Jo’s hormonal month in review: Was it too early to celebrate?

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December: A month of madness, Christmas craziness, fun and hormonal confusion.

Was it premature to celebrate?

Yes, it bloody well was.

I had been feeling pretty bloody good. My bloating wasn’t as bad, the hot flushes seemed to have subsided and my moods had improved and I was actually feeling pretty bloody pleased with myself.

Could this all be over, could I have transitioned and be on the other side of these hormonal issues?

Maybe I’m one of the lucky ones, and it’s a short-lived experience. How fabulous! I may have boosted to a few friends….

Silly, silly me…. I should have known better than to celebrate.

It all started up again one night at 3am. I was awakened by a strange sensation. I was hot. Very hot. It started from my toes and worked its way up to my head. It was a quick onslaught of heat. I was sweating, I threw the duvet off, I opened the windows and before I knew it, it was over.

Then it happened the next night, and the next, and for the next week. Then it stopped.

Bloody hell, this perimenopause/menopause business is nothing short of a rollercoaster, or as my friend says a right old ‘mind fuck’.

The old hormonal symptoms came back to bite me on the ass: bloating, grumpy, tired, hot (but to my surprise my hot flushes have not been that bad – I put this down to taking folic acid) and just a general feeling of blah, and the biggest surprise of all was the lack of control over my bladder.

When I need to go, I need to go. Watch out. Short blonde sprinting for the nearest loo.

BUT all is not lost. I know how to combat this (pads for bladder leakage maybe….. actually, I can’t even think of that yet – I’m in denial…. surely not).

For me it’s about moving, doing more exercise, eating well and doing things I love. It doesn’t take the symptoms away, but certainly makes me feel better and more in control. That is something to celebrate.

So, I learnt a valuable lesson this last month. Not to get too cocky, not to get too ahead of myself and that even though I think I’m in control, these bloody hormones are the boss.

Oh, and to do pelvic floor exercises. I’m clenching, pulling or whatever it is you do, I’m doing it now, I’ve been doing it 24/7. I’m determined to wake my pelvics up, get those bloody things sorted, they’ve had it too good for too long. They’ve been on holiday for too long, lazing around, sipping cocktails, enjoying a long rest in sunny tropical climes. Not any longer!

This next month I’ll be clenching, a lot.

Here’s to us, we’ve got this and we’ll bloody well get through it.

Jo x