In September of 1999, my body began the agonizing feminine journey through menopause. The first two years were a mere 'warm-up' of things to come. For the next six years, I sweated through days and nights of bodily torture, surging with heat every forty minutes, each episode lasting anywhere from eight to twenty minutes. Trying to sleep became well-nigh impossible. I eventually lined my bed with wool blankets to wick up the moisture as I had been changing the sheets two and three times a night.
Sometime in October of 2008, the day time attacks began to lessen. I left my hand-held fan at home and put flannel sheets on the bed. However, around the same time, another phenomenon began and persists: without fail, just as I am about to drop off to sleep, the adrenaline builds in my core, sweat pours and I am awake again. Wide awake. These incidents continue throughout the night
I dream many dreams through these unsettling nights as I fall quickly and briefly into the REM stage of sleep. Apparently, my body is taking care of me while I struggle through the change, allowing the deep rest necessary to bypass the serious consequences of sleep deprivation.
Medical intervention? Natural remedies? PAAH! Nothing works. And I've tried most, when finances allow. One option I refuse to try is Hormone Replacement Therapy. It is an intervention that will only prolong the inevitable, with varying degrees of success and dubious side effects.