Cry Me a River

I started taking that Remifemin on Saturday and almost immediately felt better. Probably part placebo effect, partly hormonal. I was sort of feeling like maybe I'd jumped the gun on the medication.

Not so fast, sister.

This morning I cried in the car on the way to work, listening to my very (only) favorite DJ, who is undergoing radiation for a rare nasal type cancer. He and his wife are staying in NYC for 3 months while he is undergoing this treatment, but he's been on the radio every day, for a short period of time - but still, every day. I never get to hear him as early as I drive into work. He only has 7 more treatments but it's hard because, you know, cancer sucks, and he feels like stopping the treatment. His wife, who obviously loves him very much, is torn between not wanting to see her husband in pain and continuing with the treatment. He will continue with the treatment but it's very hard on both of them and you can tell it's hard on the morning crew that remains in Rochester. Anyway, I had myself a little cry.

I didn't think much of that incident, hormone-wise, until I read the newspaper tonight. Our local film critic (who is on the radio weekly with the aforementioned DJ) and who I like and respect, wrote this little human interest article about becoming a grandfather for the first time this month and how surprisingly, deeply meaningful it was for him and his wife. Yep, I was teary by the end of the article.

Oh wait, there's more. Today I was emailing Steve about this fantastic chocolate cake recipe (see yesterday's entry) and somehow got onto the fact that we no longer celebrate the anniversary of the closing on this house, which of course is the anniversary of us living together. For about 3 years, I used to buy Boston Market food for dinner on the anniversary because that was the first meal we ate in this house, with no furniture and one lone lamp. No one else seemed to be into it except me and it hurt my feelings so I quit celebrating and now I can hardly remember what day it was. April 6th, I think. Anyway, Steve said he didn't know where I got that notion, that he was into it and we should celebrate it this Friday. That touched me so I replied what a great idea that was and how much the anniversary means to me and how much I like living with him and having him in my life. Got a lump in my throat typing the email. Yep.

I was planning on continuing with the medication because I know how people are - they start to feel better and discontinue their medication and get wacky again. I'll finish this bottle and decide what to do next. I'll speak with my doctor too. If the mood swing/blues are just going to be a few days, fine, I can get through that. But last week it had been just about a week with no end in sight that I knew of and it was affecting my quality of life.

Interesting stuff, figuring this menopause stuff out.

Steve surprised the heck out of me this weekend when he suggested we start watching Desperate Housewives. I have watched it a couple of times and listen to people at work talk about it. Apparently people at his work talk about it too so we taped it last night and watched it tonight. It was the perfect episode to start with because it recapped each character. There are only 4 more new episodes but it looks like a keeper to us. He surprised me because it doesn't seem like a Steve show but he liked it. Good, now I can be in the know at work even though we'll watch it a day later than everyone else who watches it Sunday night.

This is one of the cards I'm supposed to be making tonight instead of sitting here yakking on this blog. I didn't get it made in time for Gretchen to take to Helen in FL today - with about 3 others, because I ran out of crystals. So I ordered a bunch from Outlines Rubber Stamp Company, one of my favorite stamp companies. I figured as long as I was paying shipping, I might as well slip a new rubber stamp onto the order too!