This is a jug, of 'Czecho-Slovakia' origin. I love it. I originally bought if from an Antique shop for NZ$5, to use as a pot plant holder. However I fell in love with it, & kept is solely for pleasure & admiration. I love that it is fine porcelain, & is beautifully painted. I love the shape & the colour. I also love that there are differing paintings on each side of the jug. It is made for right handedness.I am left hadned & love that the picture is different on each side of the jug.
This post is not about lovely porcelain, but it is really about the menstruation agony of so many women's lives.
Nobody told me about the excrutiating monthly pain I would experience! Nobody warned me of the rush of uncontrollable blood that would pour forth from my vagina each month, as my urterus shed it's unused uterine lining as the eggs went to waste.
Nobody painted me a picture of the passage of nature! Why!!??
I have so many hideous memories of the menstrual misery. No one enlightened me to the awful reality that would be my lot in adulthood.
And here to break the tension is another lovely platter. A Royal Doulton of Nastursiums. My Grandmother's, Grandmother Christiana, & I love it dearly .
And the supper cloth embroidered by my Grandmother Florence. Who loved hand work, & crochet & embroidery.
And thence to more hideous memories... blood, flooding uncontrollably from the vagina. Pain, unbearable. Consult the Dr. HRT, the recommended treatment. Bah!! Didnt work.
I remember my mother telling me of her 'flooding', feeling horrible.
"O Mum," I told her, "You dont have to put up with that, see your GP".
She duly did, was given the "Pill". Had one more hideous period & never again!
She was fine, No more trouble. Lucky Mum!!
More pretty. A cup, saucer, & plate from my mother. Blossom, a favourite of mine.
And this, from my paternal grandmother Florence. A lovely Aunt gave me this set from her mother's collection.
And back to more "Ugly".
I never was warned of the ugly side of menopause. Who knew,....
you get hideous flushes ..so hot you think your brain is on fire in you very head!
You lie out on tiles - slate tiles,- to try to cool your brain, body, & everything...even your hair is on fire!!
Sweat pours from your body, your scalp. and every concievable pore you have!
You change your garment 4 times a night! You mutter, to the tiles you are currently emcumbent upon, Why why , I thought this can be controlled!! I advised my Mother FCS, Why cant I get relief????
And you return for HRT, and it had minimal result. You find ,at age 64, you still suffer unbearable attacks of bloody hideous hot flushes!!
I have run out of pretty! I have resigned myslef to uncontrollable attacks of hideous hot flushes, the type which makes time stand still, & the mind freezes, & you surely wish you were good & bloody dead!!!