It ain’t over, till it’s over.
Last weekend I headed out on a long overdue, girlie weekend away with my bff. Since my hubby was going away to visit family in California, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity for me to hook up with my friend and get some ghost hunting done. A tradition we started long ago when the two of us were going through our divorces. Maybe we were trying to conjure up good times from our long forgotten pasts.
Initially, we were supposed to head off to Cape Cod but because of a glitch in my friend’s passport renewal, we had to change our plans. We decided on Niagara On The Lake, said to be the most haunted place per capita in all of North America. We were sure to see some ghosts there right?
We had everything planned to a “T”. Ghost walks at Fort Erie, NOTL and Fort George at night. Shopping at the outlet malls and of course the touristy stuff in Niagara Falls, Ontario, during the day. We did a lot, lot, lot of walking. And it was brutal hot, close to 100 degrees with the humidex. Especially the day at the falls. We swung around to catch the mist several times just to get some relief.
The day at the falls was challenging. It is not unusual for me to still feel bloaty and crampy around about the time I would usually be getting my period. It has been months since I actually felt it that bad. Maybe it was the heat or all the extra walking. That is what I kept telling myself. I didn’t think anything of it and carried on like a trooper, suffering in silence. I was not going to ruin this weekend.
Then bam! in the middle of our first night there, I got it. OMG!!! Almost exactly one year to the day since my last period. Are you freaking kidding me? WTF!!! How is this even possible?! So I quietly slipped out of the room and went down to the hotel canteen which I knew was open 24 hours. Well, whoopie, they have tampons, thank goodness. It wasn’t until I got back into my room and in my bathroom that I realised that the expensive 3 pack, yes 3, would last me maybe an hour. They were as thin as a number 5 pencil and as long as a thimble. A lot of good these things were going to be, if in fact they stayed in there at all. Needless to say, it was a very long night with a hundred trips to the bathroom to make sure I wasn’t leaking all over the place.
I never did tell my friend. Funny, isn’t it? I felt like one of those teenagers that was the last to get their period, except in reverse. I am not going to be the only one in the room, probably the whole hotel, (there was a 30th anniversary of Nursing graduates staying there too), still shedding their linning. Egads, can you imagine I can still have children?! *shudders*
According to the Mayo Clinic:
Once you’ve gone through 12 consecutive months without a menstrual period, you’ve officially reached menopause, and the perimenopause period is over.
So here I am at day one…again.
For more horrifying details, you can check out my post about my perimenopause symptoms. Read the comments if you dare about some women going through it for over 10 years!
If you are a man and you read this, sorry. Details I am sure you never wanted to know.