Had the ole annual pap and
She did tell me one more year of birth control and then I'm done! Done I tell you!
WOW! Done. No more pregnancy worries, no more periods, no more teacher's dirty looks...errrr....I mean come on. I know I won't miss those things, but dang it has smacked me right upside my head! I'm old! I'm having hot flashes, most days focusing is a lost cause...and bitchy? Holy mother of the baby Jesus....I'm bitchy. And I'm not going to even mention how far south my boobs and butt have gone, but let's just say they're whistlin' Dixie!!!!
I'm not ready to be old. I can't believe that I'm old. No more young, pretty hair, no glowing skin, just crow's feet and grey. No more turning heads (except when I'm sweating profusely in the checkout line and screaming "Pay for it already dammit!"). I'm trading in wild nights and parties for aches and pains and afternoon naps - trading skin tight skirts and stripper heels for Red hats and senior discounts at Denny's. I will buy sensible shoes. What was the 800 number for the walk in tubs?
Yup I'm not quite ready yet. I don't want to face it, not yet anyhow. Even if my ass is a saggin' and baggin'. I may have to go into this kicking and screaming.....
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