Waking to find you have arrived is always an unpleasant surprise.
To go from hot, to damp to freezing cold is as wanted as a piece of mould!
When will it ever end (now that I’m on the mend) ? I had hoped it would go but oh no!
Daytime flushes are almost worst, removing layers is a curse. Then getting dressed again, is a right old pain.
The shiny head it can be said, is not a look to undertake. It’s an unpleasant sight to see for family, friends and me.
Sage has helped but not enough to stop me having to use my cuff to wipe a away a sweaty day.
But as I lie here at 3.29 (am) I can hear a wee bird song that has help this little poem along.
But all I really wanted to say was I hate you hot flush just FUCK OFF and go away.
Look at me 2 posts in 2 days. I’ve discovered writing in the Notes app on my phone in the middle of the night. Might mean i write more as it’s always in the night i have my best thoughts.
Glorious Day 
How I wish Granny Fairfield was here to read your Ode , she would have loved it , perhaps not the f word . Love my jacket . Mum
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Sorry for your sweaty state,
You fashion poetry out of hate.
I love your Glorious Day and rhyme
So please please post, at any time.
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