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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Menopause or mental pause....

Oh brain cells how I miss thee. I used to think that brain cells were some how attached directly to the placenta, as each time I gave birth a large withdrawl was made from the knowledge bank. It was harder and harder to remember things I could recall with ease, pre-baby. Any witnesses readin' this? I am grieved to report that the remainder of my brain cells were attached to my uterus and ovaries which were surgically removed almost two years ago. Insant.Menopause. Now I've been reduced to posting sticky notes with my kids names on them. Come Easter, I'll be hidin' my own eggs. I used to consider myself relatively focused. An organized, go get it, type "A" chick every one could count on, now I can't recall common words, and have to search my memory for what I did 10 minutes ago. If you need me to do anything important like watch your kids or sumpin, you might wanta pray about it first....just sayin'. The biggest problem is my personality didn't change...remember I said I was a type 'A' chick, well I still am, I just can't remember what I'm talkin' about, or who I'm talkin' to anymore. The upside is I don't stay mad about anything for long, because I forget what I was mad about in the first place. It maybe that the sleep deprivation causes the memory loss, cause in case you peeps had not noticed by the time stamped on many of my posts, you don't sleep much when the hormones exit. I have a friend who recently had a hysterectomy who is going through the same thing. She calls me for encouragment, but it's like the blind leading the blind. Her: "Hey girl, I just wanted to talk to someone whose been there" Me: "been where? was I supposed to be going some where???"
If y'all see me somewhere out in public and I look lost or confused, I probably am, stop and help a sista out.....

1 comment:

Melanie said...

That's so funny. I remember it was shortly after my son was born (he's our 2nd, mind you, so I'd already lost some brain cells from our 1st) and we decided to install an alarm system on the house. My neighbor, who was a bit pretentious (had to check to make sure I had the right word and spelled it right) came by to ask me what the "impetus" was for getting the new system.

I stood there, baby in my arms, and stared at him thinking "impetus, impetus; I feel like I should know that word. I'm sure he's not sharing personal information with me. Think, think, woman!" I finally looked at him and said "Huh?" He said "why'd you get the alarm?" Geez! Why didn't he just say that in the first place! Can he not SEE the newborn in my arms and the barely-a-toddler at my feet???

It's a good thing someone invented school so we have a chance of regaining some mental ground before menapause starts!

Thanks for the laugh.
Melanie