One day at the gym, I knew I was starting to have a morsel of acceptance of my condition, even though I did not give my permission for my body to experience PM. One of my friends recommended a surfing video I could buy for my husband’s birthday. The video had a two-word title. Surely I could remember that until I got to the car to write it down. She said it to me several times to be sure I had it. I left the gym elated, only to realize the name had escaped me already. I ran back into the gym to ask again. By that time, my friend was busily engaged in a conversation with another woman I barely knew. I completely interrupted them with my question, pleading “sorry, menopause!” The two women laughed knowingly and didn’t mind my rudeness a bit. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I guess there could be some advantages to this …
Please help me be patient with myself and my memory. Give me yet another dose of extreme self-acceptance about where I am today.
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