Cyclothymic Cister

Before the Internet, I used to lie in bed at night composing thoughts as if I were talking to a wise entity. (An actual face never came to mind). I would re-word and re-phrase the thoughts till they were crystal clear. Now I can blog. And hopefully, there are a lot of wise people with real faces out there who might just comment back.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Herbal Tea & Yoga verses Drugs & Alcohol

In a conversation lately with my oldest daughter I told her that I thought I was going through pre-menopause. My mood swings seem to be more severe with an added element of desperation. She was trying to be sympathetic and offer solutions. First she suggested I look into hormone treatments, which I dismissed as “risky.” Then she said, “Well, why don’t’ you try herbal teas?”

I reminded her about the time she went to our family doctor seeking help for stress hoping to come away with a Xanax prescription. Instead the doctor recommended Yoga. My daughter called me saying, Dr. __ told me to do freaking YOGA!

So to the herbal tea suggestion I said, “Herbal freaking Tea! The only herbal brew I’m gonna drink in make from hops or rye.

She laughed and said, “I know. I don’t know what I was thinking.”


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