I’m not going to sit here and list the things about post-menopause that suck, but let me zone in: Somewhere between #14 Rogue Hairs and #18 Epic Hangovers is the constant slow death by thirst. It’s like your body mourns the loss of estrogen and progesterone, and wants to drown its sorrows in water.
Fortunately for my husband, my dehydration and I have a long history. I’ve been thirsty since I was in my mid-20s. So now, when I get up in the middle of the night feeling like a raisin and claw my way to the bathroom like that cartoon guy in the desert, my husband can still kid himself that he’s married to his 25-year-old bride and not an old broad suffering from hormonal chaos.
Every couple has inside-joke catch phrases that come up throughout the course of a long marriage. You know, like something he blurted out when she dropped her ice cream cone on his lap on that first date. Or the double entendre her mother said when she found out she was dating the kid who changes the oil on the family station wagon. Our catch phrases have to do with my mispronunciations of menu items and my fears of water, but our best one is:
“I’m already dehydrated.” [Read more…] about I’m Already Dehydrated