MIDDLE-AGED WOMEN 40-60ish

Deborah, Your post had me laughing (and thinking this sounds like something I would do), until I got to the part about you falling and hitting the granite (then I knew it was something I would do). But seriously, take it easy and get to a doctor. Extreme pain is never a good thing. It may just take time and rest... muscle relaxers..

Boo to you, Ms. POPPYK!!! Your personality is as bright as the flower you call yourself! (I got to meet her at Slowdeepbreathes house, and off we went to meet the ladies in San Diego!)

DEborah,, hope you feel better soon. YIKES!  Sounds like quite a fall.

How cool that some of you got to meet up!  NICE!!!

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaacccccccccccckkkkkkkkkk! would someone give me cliff notes? I see we only need 10 more pages to hit 1000 pages before our 6th year anniversary. 6 weeks to type 10 pages. Cmon middies. we can do it.

Moved into rental, got job, worked 1 week, gave notice, worked 1 more week, now 2 weeks off while I wait for the job I really wanted to put me the payroll. I just need to pass a vision and a hearing test--hope that's a piece of cake!

Robert Plant was fabulous!!

Eph

Darn, I changed from Aromasin back to Arimidex because of bad headaches. I have put on 8 kilos in 8 weeks

Nativemainer, nope I am not even up to 3 years and have been told I get to do 10, yay.... only do zoladex for 5 though.

Eph I hope your tests go well.

Kyliet--oops, I guess I'm behind the times.I knew there was research on 10 years vs 5 years of hormonal therapy, didn't know it was now the standard of care.I would not have been able to deal with 10 years of hot flashes and joint aching and stiffness.You area lot stronger than me!

We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face... we must do that which we think we cannot.

Eleanor Roosevelt

I am not sure 10 years IS the standard of care. I think they are only telling some women that, but i am surprised they are telling that to the lower stage peeps. They really don't have all the data on what 10 years does to your bones and brain and cholesterol etc. So they did just last visit, tell me 10 years too. But I don't think so. they really don't have much data on the negative events. i am always a little pissed off (if there is such a thing) when I tell one of my docs about one of my adverse events, and they say "oh we've never heard of THAT before"!!! That led me to surmise that they are severely under reporting just how often these incidences are had by us. Skewing the numbers and outright lying about these things, yeah, really makes me want to scream.

Minus, that's awesome. I would like to know more about that study. I am participating in the WHIP study, at least i think I am. I did fill out the first questionnaire part, and I did get the phone call, and they did even send me the transcript of the phone call. But I had thought that that was something that I was supposed to do twice a year, I could be wrong. It's a study about women and the persistence of hormonal treatment. But I haven't heard anything back from them in a long time, but I have there # somewhere, its being conducted at a university back east. But I would really like to be part of the study you talked about too. Hammy, I wonder why they didn't think you met the criteria at first, being as you are not the doctor who is under reporting!

Thanks Loral for the wed. wish. What a colorful poster!

Okay middies, here's to the page total. My life is like one big hilarious Seinfeld episode.

A few years ago, I'm in Berkeley visiting DD & DS -both were UCB students at same time. I'm to sleep overnight at DD's apt. She'll be sleeping in the City at her boyfriend's place that night. I'll have the place to myself. On short notice, her dad decides that he and DD's step-mom want to meet DD's boyfriend. The night they are available is the night I'm to stay at DD's place. Dad wants to take them to dinner. Naturally, Dad and his wife want to see DD's new apt.for the first time.

DD and I decide that it would be a great idea if I made sure I went to her apt. AFTER they leave for the restaurant when picking her up at her new place. We decide that 7 p.m. is the earliest time I'd arrive so we can all avoid each other. Dad doesn't even know that I was in Berkeley visiting the kids. DS can't attend dinner due to a previous commitment. DD is to text me when they've left. Any potential unpleasantries when meeting BF for first time can be avoided- a simple and practical plan.

DD fails to text me. I arrive at her apt. after 9 p.m. I smell gas in the apt. complex hallway outside of her door. I recall that weeks earlier PG & E had to go to her apt. because her gas stove had a leak. The smell is strong. I open her door and I see that she has failed to disable the alarm as she had promised she would do! I don't know her combination. The gas leak is coming form her stove! I realize that in 20 seconds her alarm is going to go into a deafening siren scream mode. I can't open the windows to let the gas out because that is going to trigger that alarm too! I'm literally standing there thinking not only am I going to be gassed, but I have to decide what I should do first. Somehow disable the alarm? Light the stove? (and blow the place up without the windows open)? The siren goes off. Go!

I detach the alarm from the mounting and set about trying to disarm it. I am trying to suffocate it under the bed pillows because the noise is paralyzing. It hardly muffles it. I try to rip out the batteries. There are the teeny tiniest little screws to unscrew to remove the batteries. At this point, I open the windows 'cuz the gas is super strong. The alarm goes into a cycle function. Silent for 15 seconds, then resumes ear piercing noise. Frantically, I am looking for her tool box. DS calls me in the middle of this to inform me that he is violently ill and I might need to pick him up at his apt. take him to an urgent care! I say I can't talk right now I'll call him when I can kill the blasted alarm.

I call DD. No response. I find her tool box. During multiple 15 second interludes of quiet and suffocating under pillow, I disable the device and re-light the pilot lights on her stove. I call DS. I bring him drug store remedies. He waits until next day for doc visit. This happened because of my nice gesture of buying the alarm system, DD's boyfriend installing it and just trying to avoid having all of us wind up in DD's apt. at the same moment when meeting her boyfriend for the first time!

Deborah--holy moly what an alarming experience!

So so we have until August 22 to get the extra pages? Or did I misunderstand?