The medical industry has a term for everything.  They have polite, nice ways of telling you what the problem is…  so much in fact that you don’t realize you’ve been insulted until AFTER you leave their office!  Kind of like how one doctor called me “obese” and later I realized, “He just called me fat!” I couldn’t very well march back into his office and give a piece of my mind!

Yesterday, I was at the gynecologist’s office.  She looked at me and said, “Now we might have visited this before, but tell me AGAIN why you’re not on estrogen.”  WHAT?  OH my Garsh!  She just called me old.  Right in front of my face.  She didn’t say that word O-L-D but she said that other word  E-S-T-R-O-G-E-N.  My mother was in her 40’s before she had to take estrogen or hormones.  OH wait, then it hit me.  I am 38 yrs old, 39 in May.  In about a year and 3 months, I will be 40. 

Where has my life gone?  I sure don’t feel 40′ish.  I don’t feel thirty-somethingish.  I just started to live!  I was asleep all those years!  Kinda like self induced coma.  I got the weight off, and now life has begun… is it going to be interrupted by hormones, menopause, and golly who knows what else?  <sigh>  At least I have my gorgeous good looks.  Oh yeah, I forgot.  That will fail soon too! 

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