I don’t wanna be the one

You are going to be really cross with me. My apartment block had its annual general meeting last night and I was pressured into becoming secretary.

Mainly because no one else was prepared to do it. They just kept staring at me and assuring me it was a mainly ceremonial position.

I got really sulky and started muttering about working 12-hour days and weekends, but they were unmoved by my whining.

Sigh.

So I am the secretary.

I am very not happy about it.

It comes during a bad time for my hormone levels. I thought menopause was over, but I think I’m having one last waltz with it.

My anxiety levels are through the roof and I’m having trouble sleeping. This is exacerbated by suddenly needing to go to the bathroom several times a night.

Prior to the current heatwave I kept experiencing internal heatwaves. Not the classic, sweaty hot flash type, just really internally humid.

Then there’s my thumb having suspected tendonitis, following on from the specialist blaming perimenopause for causing my hip tendonitis.

Oh, and I’m looking increasingly like a pork dumpling with a carrot garnish.

Aren’t you glad you decided to read today’s blog post? It’s so uplifting!

These things soon shall pass … but being body corporate secretary is a year-long assignment.

Have a great weekend. Mine is shaping up to be very busy.

Song of the day: Midnight Oil “Don’t wanna be the one”