Last night, right before I dozed off, a horrible thought ran through my head about being on the AZT ! What if I start my period during the night, asleep, in my tent, in the dark, where creatures that want to eat me lurk, where I can't find anything quickly and I'm completely out of my element? My tent is a backpacking tent - you can't stand up in it. So doing anything that involves pulling down my pants will be done somewhere away from camp, well away from my tent. This involves the messy matters of my monthly. I know what you're thinking, don't you track when Aunt Flo should be coming and prepare? I do and for the last few months she comes whenever she pleases. It was one more thing the Perimenopausal Welcome Committee sent me. Because the massive mood swings and blood like I was losing gallons a day wasn't enough. Yep. I'm worried about my monthly on the trail. This is what I'm losing sleep over. Not mountain lions, rattlesnak...
The life and times of a midlife woman seeking meaning, contentment and the occasional rant.