Three days after my fiftieth birthday, as that snippy little waitress was standing there with that glued-on prom queen smile, I realized that there was a problem. I wanted to rip her head off! The nerve of that child asking me if I needed a senior-aged discount, simply for asking if I could have some more iced-tea to go with my nice hot soothing coffee. Menopause; like she'd never seen a sweaty coffee drinker need a cold drink before.

Irritable? Well, who wouldn't be irritable after being called a senior citizen years before my time. At age fifty, I was still wearing my fashionable size 5 skinny jeans, and besides, that little missy just rubbed me the wrong way. I was hot. I was tired too, after being awake for three nights in a row doing housework so that my fiancé would not make any more jokes about my night sweats that left us both soaked and uncomfortable in bed.

I had tried all of the menopause over-the-counter drugs that were available; name brand remedies, health store solutions, and chocolate. Nothing worked to stop my daytime hot flashes, nighttime cold sweats, irritability, or mood swings - at times it felt like I was losing my grip on reality. But, as luck would have it, as I was explaining my displeasure over being called a senior citizen to a friend, they suggested that I try DON'T PAUSE.

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