Over the Hill……I’m not even half way up!
I remember it well, Sunday night listening to the chart show on the radio, Mam combing lumps out of my long red hair looking for nits. Eating the left-overs from Sunday lunch for supper and watching my Dad making his sandwiches for the early shift down the pit. They looked old to me then, even though they were both not yet 30! My Dad unfortunately died at the age of 52, so he never actually got to be old…my Mother is now 74 years young and apart from some aches and pains she is doing well and still looks pretty good for a wrinkly! The drudgery that caused premature old age is now thankfully long gone for most of us.
So what should we do with the extra time we now apparently have because we are all living longer? Should we calm down and relax into our dotage, do a bit of knitting maybe or join a senior citizens group and go to tea dances, (perish the thought)? Or should we plan for more exciting times when we finally finish work at 67 or there about?
When I got to 40, which is where life is supposed to begin, I decided that I was going to do something each year that I had always wanted to do…the first thing was to get a tattoo. So I did, I’m not sure that my children approved but if they didn’t, they never said it out loud. I started dying my hair all manner of colours and I still do. At the moment it is copper with, blonde, orange and purple bits and I have no intention to ever go back to boring blonde highlights. This though, is where my intended brave new world stopped and now my friends, it needs a kick start again.
Working on the ‘life begins at 40 theory’ I am now 13, so really I should be an antagonistic, spot squeezing grumpy teenager. I should be playing on any one of my electronic gadgets, texting constantly even when it’s not allowed (e.g. in lessons), lying in bed until 3pm at weekends and giving my parents ‘lip’ about anything and everything. Oh and getting drunk in the park after persuading some adult to get me some booze from the local supermarket.
By the time I reach 60, I should be acting like a 20 year old. So I think I will book myself a club 18-30 holiday, start drinking shots after every glass of wine, dress in a pelmet, vest top and 6 inch heels in the middle of winter and vomit on a pavement, after leaving the Pub and missing my taxi home.
Following this, I will get myself arrested for flashing my boobs to every Policeman in the vicinity. I would then put the pictures on Facebook and have my so-called friends (some of which I won’t even know) embarrass me by tagging me in their pictures with my tongue down the throat of the bouncer (sound familiar)?
After thinking long and hard about the growing old thing, I have decided I would not want to be a teenager or a 20 year old again but as for being over the hill…I’m not even half way up. There is so much more I want to do, so pass my iPad, I must log in to Twitter find out what’s going down in the world. I will then text my friends and update my Facebook profile…there’s life in the old dog yet. I could be the next born again Screenager! …………………Granny
SWEATY BETTY RIDES AGAIN!
Sweaty Betty here again, after another night of sweating and shivering, I am back at my desk (right now its coffee time). Coffee…now there’s a thing, the dilemma is to drink it or not to drink it?
Due to lack of sleep doing my Karate Kid impression, (duvet on….duvet off…duvet on…..), I now resemble a 90 year old woman who has just come out of a coma…bloodshot eyes, the speed of a snail and as much work as a sick note in this frazzled body. So, caffeine should perk me up a bit, well you would think so…wouldn’t you?
So I drink 2 cups one after another, within 20 minutes and I eat a BLT roll for lunch. Within 3 minutes of the second cup I am sweating like a furnace, whilst shivering at the same time. My head is experiencing the ‘buzz’ of a 1,000 Bees and my mouth will not produce anything coherent. I have heartburn from the bread, a raging thirst from the salty bacon and I am sneezing from the copious amounts of pepper under the lettuce.
According to the BBC website, I should eat more soya milk and soya flour, linseeds, tofu, pumpkins seeds, sesame seeds, sunflower seeds. Stop eating foods that are likely to trigger or worsen hot flushes and night sweats. For instance, avoid stimulants such as tea, coffee, alcohol and chocolate, especially at night – they’re notorious for setting off hot flushes. Oh yeah, so I feel like shit, I look like shit and now I have to live on water and bloody bird seed! When will it all end? Symptoms listed in various place read like a recipe for suicidal tendencies! See extensive list below
Hot flashes, flushes, night sweats and/or cold flashes, clammy feeling
Irregular heart beat
Irritability
Mood swings, sudden tears
Trouble sleeping through the night
Irregular periods; shorter, lighter periods; heavier periods, flooding; phantom periods, shorter cycles, longer cycles
Loss of libido
Dry vagina
Crashing fatigue
Anxiety, feeling ill at ease
Feelings of dread, apprehension, doom
Difficulty concentrating, disorientation, mental confusion
Disturbing memory lapses
Incontinence, especially upon sneezing, laughing; urge incontinence
Itchy, crawly skin
Aching, sore joints, muscles and tendons
Increased tension in muscles
Breast tenderness
Headache change: increase or decrease
Gastrointestinal distress, indigestion, flatulence, gas pain, nausea
Sudden bouts of bloat
Depression
Exacerbation of existing conditions
Increase in allergies
Weight gain
Hair loss or thinning, head, pubic, or whole body; increase in facial hair
Dizziness, light-headedness, episodes of loss of balance
Changes in body odor
Electric shock sensation under the skin and in the head
Tingling in the extremities
Gum problems, increased bleeding
Burning tongue, burning roof of mouth, bad taste in mouth, change in breath odour
Osteoporosis (after several years)
Changes in fingernails: softer, crack or break easier
Tinnitus: ringing in ears, bells, ‘whooshing,’ buzzing etc.
OMG is there any point in going on? Look here ladies, the only thing that keeps me sane at the moment, is the thought that there are plenty of other people in the cemetery that would love to be putting up with this and if I’m going to get all these symptoms anyway, pass me the wine bottle, give me chocolate and order me another cup of Espresso! ……Granny
Wednesday Whinge
What do people get out of being permanently miserable? Why do some people try really hard to make everyone else’s life miserable? Isn’t life hard enough without using all your excess energy to be a grumpy, sour faced, sad specimen of mankind? If you recognise yourself in this mini rant…..remember…you reap what you sow….end of rant
…… Granny
WELCOME TO THE FAN CLUB
As readers of this blog will be aware, I am going through the madness that is menopause. “Nothing wrong with that, perfectly normal”, I hear you say. Well let me tell you right now…normal it is not! To give future sufferers the head up, I have devised a series of helpful hints that go something like this.
DAY TIME
Do not drink coffee or any other caffeine based beverage. If you do you will turn into an overheated, clammy, sweaty Betty. The affect makes you feel as though you were suffering from pneumonia as your temperature goes through the roof and your face, neck and even your ears go scarlet. This surge lasts for between 10 and 25 minutes and people think you are about to faint. Avoid caffeine like the plague.
I have taken, Evening Primrose, MenoPace®, Soy, Sage, Black Cohosh..you name it, I’ve swallowed it but to no avail. I have also tried avoiding coffee, tea,wine,spirits, curry, chilli and umpteen other foods and drinks. Still no end to the heat wave!
When dressing for work your will need. A sleeveless top, a top with sleeves, a waistcoat, a cardigan or jumper and a jacket or coat. These layers you must inter-change throughout the day to accommodate temperature fluctuations. Oh and don’t wear anything with a collar as this causes more temperature changes. You must take all of these items every day and I suggest you have spares for when the sweating gets out of hand.
Write things down, otherwise you will forget where you live, your name and as for PIN numbers…don’t even go there. I suggest you put them in your phone as telephone number. Don’t lose your phone; it has all your PIN numbers in it. Do save them to sim otherwise when you change your handset…you lose all your PIN numbers…yes PIN numbers are a problem to menopausal women as are passwords for all of the reasons stated previously.
When shopping, write a list otherwise you will get home with all the stuff you don’t need and forget all the stuff you do need, like salt…there is no substitute for salt and if I forget it once, I will forget it for weeks resulting in bland, tasteless food and complaints from the family.
Do not open your mouth to speak until you are completely confident that you have engaged your brain. Even your mouth gets menopausal moods and sometimes it does not work properly resulting word substitution. This is ok until you say ejaculate instead of evacuate, sex instead of text and cocking instead of cooking!
This list of issues is by no means exhaustive and if you have any other examples please let me know by commenting at the end of this blog so that I can watch out for them when inevitably they happen to me!
NIGHT TIME
This is where the ‘Fan Club’ in the title comes in. Before going to bed I take a tepid shower. I have used lavender oil to help me sleep (it doesn’t) and tried to stick to a routine. I joined the gym, I avoid eating heavy meals late at night but still the hours I spend ‘trying’ to sleep go like this.
I use cotton sheets; I wear cotton night clothes (or nothing at all depending on my temperature when I hit the sack).
I have my pillows at just the right height, too high causes a crick in your neck, too low and I can’t breathe. I don’t use a top sheet, I turn over so frequently that I end up wrapped up like a toffee within an hour. Lightweight duvet, with cotton covers (all natural fibres as the advice suggests). I take water to bed but I am convinced that even that sets me off!
I have an oscillating fan about 2 feet from the bed, which is left on all night, this results in keeping me cool for so long…then after I have sweated to inferno point, I get cold because I have now got a gale force wind pointing at my body and have to wrap myself up in the duvet for around 20 minutes or until the next flush starts.
This cycle goes on all night. Last night (hence why I am writing this) I made a mark on a piece of paper each time I had a flush, then a chill…total in 6 hours and 45 minutes, 23 times….and I wonder why I’m knackered all the time.
I am told that the menopause can last up to 10 years! FFS tell me it isn’t true! In another life I am definitely coming back as a man….I’m off now….flush number 13 for today imminent….Granny
A JOB TO LIVE
Just thought I’d have a little RANT about the “help” that people get when they’re unemployed. So when you’re sitting comfortably I’ll begin.
Coming from a family with a strong work ethic and as a descendant of generations of Welsh miners, with a pre-programmed desire to be employed for as long as I possibly can, I find it hard to take the astronomical unemployment figures that we have in this country. No shock there then, but in recent weeks I have had cause (albeit indirectly) to have dealings with the people who deal with the unemployed, various agencies including Jobcentres, Bond Boards, Borough Council Housing Departments and so on….the treatment that is forced upon some of the most vulnerable people in the land is absolutely appalling and often beyond comprehension.
The case in question is a member of my family, who for the sake of this blog we shall call Steve. Steve has been unemployed for the most part of his adult life and admittedly in his younger days was quite adept at getting himself sacked for stupid pranks, like driving as forklift when he wasn’t qualified and being in the town centre checking his bank account, when he should have been hosing down a factory floor. Stupid I know but hardly crimes of the century.
In recent years he has taken odd jobs where he would work for an agency for three weeks, only to be laid off at the end and then have to wait 6 weeks for his money to be sorted out again, (yes they have his details from three weeks ago but “that’s how long the system takes”).
He then did some voluntary work, the company promised him and 6 others that at the end of the 3 weeks they would all be given jobs….needless to say none of them did and yes…it took another 6 weeks to reinstate his Job seekers allowance (JSA) – do you see a pattern emerging here?
Steve has very low basic skills ability and no qualifications, he hated school and would bunk off at every opportunity and you could say that he never really helped himself. Now he’s all grown up no-one wants to help him either. If he was aged between 16 &25 there is quite a lot of help available but he is 26 and not classed as NEET ( Not in Education, Employment or Training)…past his sell by date then?
The latest ploy to reduce the unemployment figures is called A4E – AKA – Action for Employment. So far, Steve has had to make three trips to another valley, bus fare = £3.80 per time and he attends for 2 whole hours twice a week.
He has been to Working Links, Job Match and umpteen other schemes all of which help him to write a CV, (he now has 6 CVs all saying the same thing), interview techniques, he has done 4 times to date and the only interview he has had in the last 4 years has been for Asda Aces, even though we have sent off lots of letters to companies (who don’t even bother to answer). Apparently he can’t work as an Asda Ace as he has no special needs or disabilities?
To add insult to injury, Steve was recently made homeless by his girlfriend (she chucked him out), so I have helped him to set up his own flat, a bit of independence would be good I thought.
Steve is in receipt of £120 per fortnight JSA, so we contacted the council and put his name on a list for affordable housing. The response …”He is not classed as homeless and therefore has ‘no points’ so look for a private dwelling and ask the Bond Board to sort out a bond”. No such luck, so I paid £150 admin fee and £320 advanced rent for him to be able to get the flat because at least the housing benefit will cover the rent….WRONG! They will only cover £65 of the £80 per week and therefore out of the JSA he has to pay £15 per week shortfall. He is now down to £90 per fortnight.
At the moment I am paying the shortfall on a flat with no furniture for Steve who cannot move in until he has the means to cook etc., he is down to £90 per fortnight and still hasn’t paid for any electric, gas, food, clothing …..Oh and I am guarantor……….Happy F$*&KING Days
He does not qualify for any kind of social fund loan or grant and therefore we have to get all the family to chip in for 2nd hand furniture, I have no problem with that but how do some people get thousands of pounds in help? Oh yes….they have babies (I don’t think he can have a baby, so therefore he can’t have help).
Next step, ring the power supplier to put the electricity and gas on his name….oh and we want pre-pay metres so that he doesn’t get into strife with the bills….. “OK Madam that will be £60 for each metre!”…..”But he’s on JSA…£120 per fortnight… “OK we’ll put them in and charge him extra each time he tops up his key” … “oh and by the way if he loses his key, there is a charge to replace it!” I’m losing my rag now and slam the phone down AARGGHHHHHHHHH
Where next then? Maybe the Government could give me some guidance….I won’t hold my breath and neither will Steve…………………Granny







