tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35497308253250946722011-04-21T16:51:02.711-07:00Charitynoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3549730825325094672.post-58469339861350037352011-01-13T14:07:00.001-08:002011-01-13T14:21:23.779-08:00In my 51st cycle of life, having just made 50 this last autumn, I'm enjoying very few hot flashes. What a menace those buggers are. It's absolutely wonderful to be able to wear sweaters and scarves again. During hot flash season, I have to dress in layers so I can strip down as needed. Even in below-zero temperatures, I find myself sweating like a draught horse under anything more than a simple tee and shorts. I can't bung my clothes off without feeling self-conscious. I wear flops around the house, but that won't do in public. Needless to say then, I'm chuffed to bits to be moving out of a flash season.<br /><br />Happy New Year to everyone at home. I miss you a bleeding lot and hope you miss me as well. Cheers!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3549730825325094672-5846933986135003735?l=menopausal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Charitynoreply@blogger.com0