There was a time in the deep memories of my youth that HRT was merely an acronym. I had the vague idea that it related to aging but my knowledge ended there. And if im honest so did my care. I was young then. I had the kind of youth that Oil of Ulay could hang their advert upon. Sadly these days the Ulay is as forgotten as the line-free version of my face.
I remember Peter Kaye referencing HRT in a stand-up routine. He stated that his mum blamed HRT for hearing voices in her head. Though in fact the voices were caused by Peter on the other end of the phone, trying to get his mum to 'put the phone back in its' holster'. Thanks to Peter and his mum, HRT is always coupled with the word Pat. 'That's the HRT Pat'. I still quote Peter Kaye (I'm the original thief of other people's humour) but it resonates at a different tone. I am not in my 30s anymore. In fact I'm barely hanging onto my 40s.
My Perimenopause is in full swing. Sadly this isn't the type of swing that one gets their rocks off on. There are plenty of late nights, if by late nights we mean insomnia. There's much rolling around in the covers but it's sans hot passion and full hot fluey. I could go on but we really don't have time. Basically the list of symptoms is soooooo long, it's like Tolkien generated them when he was in uber descriptive mode. I just wish they were a work of fiction, like his Middle-earth.
And so it is that HRT is no longer a vague nod towards a barely contemplated future. It is not HRT Pat but HRT Hazel. I just need to visit my GP and start replacing my much missed hormones.
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