I need the muscle memory of writing things down.
This has always been and continues to be very important for me. I typically write everything down and then never look at the notes again. I am intrigued by these magnetic notebooks, though.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I need the muscle memory of writing things down.
This has always been and continues to be very important for me. I typically write everything down and then never look at the notes again. I am intrigued by these magnetic notebooks, though.
First of all fuck menopause and double fuck the patriarchy for VIRTUALLY NO RESEARCH INTO IT.
Second (preaching to the choir) grief is exhausting and nonsensical. I don’t want to do anything and everyone is annoying me (I’m being snappy) simultaneously I’d very much like to be around people doing something.
I feel you, msbelle. It sucks.
I am not yet in the perimenopause crew, but I have a composition book for at work and a very nice leather multi-notebook thingy for everything else. I imagine new-baby-brain is not dissimilar. Someday I hope to get a full night's sleep again.
Magnetic notebook! These things are like magic.
Grief, any type, is so weird and debilitating. A very old friend passed yesterday, and all of us who knew him are flailing. My life wouldn't be what it is today if I hadn't met him.
At work I've taken to keeping a daily to do list in word open at all times. It is saved by the date, I update it frequently marking things out and making progress notes. Each morning yesterday’s gets copied to a blank doc and all things completely marked out are deleted. Then it’s saved as the new date. I think I have 4-5 months of these now.
I have been reading a lot lately on how high-masking smart neurodivergent women just FALL THE FUCK APART during perimenopause because all of the coping mechanisms we've been using since puberty were built on a foundation of mostly reliable hormone levels, which, as it turns out, were pretty important for day-to-day functioning.
Seriously, just @ me next time.
Right? Perimen sucks and it's getting worse. The night sweats are awful. It's really more like night dampness before dawn but I rarely get back to sleep in good time.
(preaching to the choir) grief is exhausting and nonsensical.
And goes on.
Right? Perimen sucks and it's getting worse.
I am going to be 53 in 4 months, and if my period doesn't go away soon, I will lose my fucking mind. I'm not using it! I don't need it! This is ridiculous.
For those who will be celebrating Sunday's, um, event I came across this recipe for deviled tater tots. I know there are some who really enjoy tater tots.
You mean my birthday, Todd? I like tater tots :)