It’s when I’m thinking I may be on crack

So…. How do I put this?

Ever since I lost my ovaries I’ve been a little less energetic than normal.

Let me be more specific.

I was less than energetic until a couple of weeks ago (downright exhausted – like all the damn time). It’s important to know that this is an extreme departure from the “normal” me. Like – if the perfect Mormon missionary suddenly woke up and threw on a pair of buttless jeans – extreme departure.  Normal me could be up drinking, laughing, dancing and telling indecipherable, but hilarious-in-the-moment jokes until 3 AM and still wake up at 7 AM to get working on that world-saving serum I had cooking in my lab (if I had a lab, or cooked serums).  I attributed my listlessness to the fact my hormones were askew and it was a simple fact of life: I would be exhausted all the time unless the pills and tinctures my doctors prescribed started to work their magic.

This week, a couple of pivotal events occurred that were different:

Earlier this week the blonde me “decided” to revamp the Ms. Cheevious website. You are reading this on that website right now (in case you didn’t know this… unless you subscribe to Ms.Cheevious and were lucky enough to get this in your inbox… in which case, click here to visit my work of art). I did it in one day. Well… a full twenty-four hour period in which I never slept, and was never tired.

When I crawled in bed at 5 AM I was still not very tired, and all I could think was Damn, I may not wake up until noon which will screw up my whole schedule. 

I woke up at 9 AM and was full of energy. I went back to work on more fun website stuff and stayed up again until midnight (I’ll be working on this new design and updating old posts until I’m using a walker to sexy dance for M.C. Nugget. Don’t laugh. I think I’m super sexy when I pull out my best Michael Jackson and deliver a flawless moonwalk. Could be tough in a walker, but I’ll get an A for effort.).

The next day, M.C. left town and I was up early, working.  I never stopped to work out, make healthy food (which means I ate crap all day/week), watch the news or anything, before I was working again until midnight, and had to be up at 6 AM.

When 6 AM arrived… well, it didn’t really “arrive.” I woke up before the alarm went off (this is NOT okay), and stayed up working until 2:20 AM the next day – again without blinking an eye.

I think it’s safe to say

the hormones are working their magic now.


It’s a little scary.  It’s like I can’t get tired. I have to think this is what it’s like to be on crack… you know, minus the crack. But I guess I’m back to normal!



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