Like the painters. Yes, I always aim to sound elegantly insane. For the year that I was on different contraceptive pills, my darling moods didn’t alter much. Then, I was SO, SO lucky to meet MY friend. She was hilarious, and shallow, with hidden depths. My perfect chum. Unknown to me at the time, she was also a secret tablet guzzler. Enter the pill period.
I had no idea she was peri-menopausal, but when we DID discuss IT; furtively at first and more vigorously from then on; WOW it was another world. I had a partner in crime.
She told me that she had been given anti-anxiety/depressants for mood swings. This I now understand, is common. The little darling white tablets were called Ciprolax. I trotted off to the doctors with my words ready; not the fanny doctor; the other one. He explained that this tablet was meant to take the edge off anxiety as mood swings started. I couldn’t wait to get going with them. Within 10 minutes of taking the first one, I wasn’t sure where the ground was in relation to my feet. It was fabulous once I had learnt not to fall over.
Within 2 weeks it was great, I was just floaty enough to sort of get through the day without yelling, tiny downside; terribly forgetful. Can you imagine what it was like working with me? Scary, very scary.