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Me and my body used to be pals. It performed well, was always there when I needed it and rarely let me down. I’ve never had a cavity. Or a broken bone. Or a migraine. Or heartburn. I still have my wisdom teeth, my tonsils and my appendix. My body was a well oiled machine and had never been in the hospital until I had a full abdominal hysterectomy in 2015 which threw me into menopause before I was ready.
My body was not pleased.
And the bitch has been seeking revenge ever since.
Weight gain. Fatigue. Night sweats. Joint pain. Insomnia. Hot flashes. Brain fog.
Yes, it’s safe to say I don’t even recognize this creaking, flabby husk in which I now reside.
I have a bum knee that won’t heal. A recurring pinched nerve in my neck which flares up as I sleep. Yes, even going to bed is dangerous now.
I have bunions which painfully distort my toes. When I’m staying home? I get to wear sexy accessories like this:
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Which because it’s black Velcro attracts Lord Dudley’s cat hair. Such a good look.
Not.
And every once in a while… just because it’s bored? My body does something weird that has me saying WTF!
As it did yesterday morning when I woke up looking like this:
*Warning- photos of me without hair and makeup to follow.
Proceed at your own risk.*
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What the… what?
Half of my face was red, swollen and my eyes were puffy.
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The lids were so enlarged it was hard to keep them open.
And I had absolutely no clue why. Nothing bit me. I didn’t brush against anything poisonous. It didn’t hurt or itch… it was just there when I woke up.
I iced it.
I took Benadryl.
And 10 hours later?
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I was still red and puffy and looked like someone punched me.
Knock it off body.
You’re not the least bit funny.
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