between my clenched teeth & the unsuspecting inside of a very dry mouth. I clearly remember the voice of my starter husband, his lips close to my ear:
"Karen, chew, chew very slowly. VERY slowly" and like a cow I deliberately masticated it into an unstoppable descent, buoyed along by the glass of milk the wasband kindly offered through a straw.
None of it really worked. Bandaids of chemical separation. A soft focused curtain of unclarity.
Years, then decades past. I was appropriately hatched, matched & dispatched (Brit classifieds).
3am risings became the norm. A bit more weight than fair considering the extra long walk we took after tapas gigantico. A touch more sensativity. Lethargic fatigue. Volcanic hot flashes. Artic chill down.
Not good.
Enter Estrogen.
Little did I know that my life would change from boo hoo hoo to ooh, la, la within 10 days.
All I ever needed was a schmear of estrogen every day & I just wanted to bake cookies and whistle a happy tune.
"What me worry?" could have been my motto.
A thousand thanks to Allah everynight for the magical cream which makes me feel happy, happy HAPPY.
G-d heards. Started sending down some side effects. And no, not the nice one.
Wah!
Mean Dr. Lhassie has taken away my nightly smear of bio identical euphoria in a syringe.
I want it back! I love it! It raises my happy!
In the mean time, per Howie Lewis & the News: "I want a new drug, one that just won't quit."
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