I stared at the blank screen on my laptop, it blinked and effectively died, right there in front of me. A tight pain went in my chest, but then it blinked back on and I quickly saved loads of my files and emailed them to myself. Then I killed the pc by turning it off, I knew it would never come back on.

 

Thank fuck all my emails and videos are stored online, no more shit OUTLOOK EXPRESS to make life feel like it ran down a drain, I love my BT Yahoo…whooo hooo!

 I took the dead laptop back to the shop where after a fight about my ability to claim the insurance (which resembled that scene with Al Pacino in Scarface when he snorts too much coke and goes on a killing spree or that famous scene in Ben Hur when Charlton Heston races a chariot and horses amidst blood and death).

 

The whole store came to a stand still as I had what I suspect to be -my first ever hormonal menopausal flush, I sweated, screamed and even threw myself on the floor.

 

After a quiet lull the manager assured me it would be fixed within 24 hours for free.

 

I am beginning to like this menopausal thing, fuck I must have looked scary, husband (who was standing outside) said he could hear my incredibly funny insults come through the front doors as they swished open and shut as customers came in and out of the store.

 

He also added that when I left the place I looked like one of those women from the TV hit show TENKO, all dishevelled and traumatised.

 

Luckily the PC was restored and returned to me, I love it….it looks better and runs faster than a cute kid being chased by Michael Jackson.

 

Now all I have to deal with is menopausal things.

 

From the beginning of the year, I had a situation where if I coughed some pee came out, how awful is that? The last thing I need is to smell of piss.

 

You hit 46 and suddenly your pelvic floor muscles decide to go south. So to remedy the situation I have been doing a rigorous exercise plan of pelvic floor training. Now my muscles and pelvic floor are as strong and tight as a kettle drum. I even tried it out by coughing…nope no pee there! I may open beer bottles with my vag as a new party trick.

 

I think husband may be impressed…

:o can relate to the coughing & flushes scenario, as I sat in an air conditioned office sweathing like Mrs. Jefferson,
s'grim eh?

omfg- I think I'm having a parallel existence over here in Texas - could we be twins? I'm normally a little lamb. Well, ok. not really, but I take people at face value and I really try to be polite and work things out in a rational manner, but sometimes, that just leaves me in something like an impotent rage, and last week, the dam finally broke. Something to do with my job - I contacted a vendor for the third time and asked for what I needed. They proceeded to ignore me at their own peril. Then I called up and told him I was fed up with his shit. I said "I've been courteous to you and you've ignored me, so it's no more Mr. Nice Bitch." I think he peed himself right then, and he was putty in my hands after that. There apparently are some people who only respond to a hormone-induced rage, so in future, I'm going to pull out the big guns earlier, and just short-circuit the frustration on my end. "Here I come, and hell's coming with me."

Anyway, reading your post about the computer service store brought that all back. You write beautifully. There were tears. I didn't pee myself, though.