Y'all I have been so angry for like the last month. Like every little thing can set me off. I am so frustrated with everything and everyone and only goes away for a few hours or a day or two at most. I'm thinking hormones, but I can't get to dr for at least 2 weeks. I am off ads and used my last bc pills last week.

Thoughts?

Is there some way you can blow off steam that you enjoy? Maybe some kind of exercise? Something to sort of physically work the bad stuff out?

Hmmm... interesting. It sort of blows, but is perhaps better than hotflashes.

I'm still not sure I've ever had an actual hot flash, and I remember a friend from upstate New York who would sit with a spray water bottle and mist herself during writing group when it got bad. I've never had anything like that.

But the night sweating comes and goes, and if I get overheated during the day it seems hard to turn it off.

I just learned that there is a felony of "egregious littering." That's what they charged a guy who has been burying construction debris and equipment on his land and his neighbor's for years. So far, they've dug some pits as deep as 25 feet without getting below the junk.

Holy crap, Ginger. It seems so counter-productive, too. Carting it away would be so much simpler.

What I think you're speaking of are talismans, personal objects of significance, no matter their origin.

I think at this point Clovis has gone beyond being a talisman to being a tulpa. But other than my own version of the Velveteen Rabbit (WITHOUT THE PART THAT MAKES ME SOB, THANKS), there's the necklace with the silver keys and ankh that I always wear.

I always carry what I call a "fidget piece," which for the last 30 years has been a spoon-shaped piece of wood about 1" x 2" originally intended to be a keychain fob. It helps me deal with anxiety and nervous energy.

There's a reason I almost always wear a long necklace with some sort of pendant, in addition to the smaller necklace of keys and ankh.

Ack, you guys, I have to stop reading all the #yesallwomen stuff. Not because I can't handle the stories women are telling, but because I can't stand the insidious negation of those stories that immediately follows. It's like being in Invasion of the Body Snatchers and realizing everyone else is a pod. (#notallpods)

It seems so counter-productive, too.

Plus he could have sold the equipment for scrap. I swear that the thing I ask the most about my fellow humans is "What were they thinking?"

Plus he could have sold the equipment for scrap.

Hell, if he just wanted to get rid of it -- without necessarily wanting to sell it for scrap -- he could just set it out at the end of the driveway. I cannot believe how quickly stuff disappears on trash night. (Of course, a family of scrappers lives on my street, so there's that. But they drive all over certain neighborhoods depending on when trash night is, and haul shit back to their front yard to disassemble it. Those guys work their asses off.)

Especially in the 10 days before and during period, but also when I sleep really deep or long, I'll often wake up sweat-soaked like babies and toddlers do. It does wake me up, which I've always assumed is because it is a sleep cycle thing (like the sweaty babies) and just gets more crazy for the hormones.

msbelle, I just echo the find an outlet until you can see a dr. I've been hitting the rage a lot this past month, but for me, I know it is just because I'm stretched really thin with a lot of disruption to my routines (which soothe me,) and when that happens, I wear my civilization very thinly. Like yesterday. Also, acknowledge you are furious/ragely/frustrated.

Yesterday at the pool, I was seriously near angry tears in the showers after the kid puked and interrupted my swim. And I was all WTF. OK, sara honey, what's at the root? You wanted something NORMAL and routine, because nothing is this week. This is one of your safe places where you zone out. You were really counting on it today and it didn't go as planned. The reason you want to cry is not the thwarted continuous swim, it's that this week has been shit. OK, yeah, shit week. Now let's mock the absurdity of all this: RILLY MY LIFE? Nazi swim aerobics seniors, storms, puking kids, busted waterlines, 12 hrs travel for one day with family for a wedding, get me more ridic.(absurdity is a good redirect for me.) And then I wasn't as mad, just resigned and decided to wait to finish my swim rather than storm off angry at that fucking two-time puking kid.