The demise of my
childbearing potential has come with some inconvenient side effects. During the
office renos this month, I happened on a conversation between two colleagues about
plugging a computer directly into a wall socket. “Is that allowed?” one was
asking, “or do we have to use a power bar for surge protection?”
“You can plug it
in directly,” the other replied, “but I’m all about surge protection.”
I almost chipped
in with a fervent, “So am I!” because the oscillating fan in my office has four
settings and I could really use one that has a fifth.
The other
hormonal hiccup is dry skin all over and itchy skin in patches. A particularly
persistent spot has developed on the inner edge of my left shoulder blade. The other
day I was pretzel-twisting to reach it and thought, “Why is it so itchy here?”
The answer immediately
followed:
“It’s where your
wings used to be.”
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