Menopause Humour Quotes

Menopause had finally terminated her fantastically involved and complex relationship with her womb: a legendary saga of irregular bleeding, eleven-month pregnancies straight out of the Royal Society proceedings, terrifying primal omens, miscarriages, heartbreaking epochs of barrenness punctuated by phases of such explosive fertility that Uncle Thomas had been afraid to come near her—disturbing asymmetries, prolapses, relapses, and just plain lapses, hellish cramping fits, mysterious interactions with the Moon and other cœlestial phenomena, shocking imbalances of all four of the humours known to Medicine plus a few known only to Mayflower, seismic rumblings audible from adjoining rooms—cancers reabsorbed—(incredibly) three successful pregnancies culminating in four-day labors that snapped stout bedframes like kindling, vibrated pictures off walls, and sent queues of vicars, mid-wives, physicians, and family members down into their own beds, ruined with exhaustion.

I'm a post-menopausal woman who's lived in a man's world for twenty years. A more cynical, cruel creature it's hard to find.

Have you started the menopause?’ Caitlyn asked. ‘Is this what it does? Makes you go a bit weird? Because, you know, the vouchers were only meant for fun things. Like having a facial or buying a new dress. I didn’t mean to cause all this trouble.

Dr. Fothergill did not believe that menstrual blood was toxic, and while it may contain some “morbid humours,” men, too, according to Fothergill had those same humours and released those via their hemorrhoids.