The One Menopause Symptom You Didn't See Coming: Mortal Combat with Yourself!
You are quite possibly the most boss empress I've ever known. I read your words—a million brilliant synapses firing at once and somehow they land in text that informs, aches and induces fits of laughter all at once. Sweet hell, you've been through it this past month. I do wish I lived next door to be your Royal Badass advocate whenever you need but I'm no retired neurosurgeon so it sounds like you're in good hands. And I never thought I'd say it, but thank god for shag rugs.
Oh Sweet Empress Alisa. How on earth do you come up with these great newsletters all while navigating the health care system and your own recovery, not to mention the pain meds? You are remarkable, even if you are stitched together with binding twine at the moment. And all hail your special girlfriend (or the Empress' Hand?) who was able to speak for you and speak Doctor. How handy! (pun intended). Every woman could use a friend like her. Sending healing vibes your way.
Jesus Christmas I’m so sorry. You write so beautifully about something absolutely bananas! I wish you the most healing (and income).
Sending you BIG HEALING VIBES, and also a big dose of Helen Mirren, who is my personal Empress archetype, and who frequently reminds women to "say fuck off a lot more often!" Which, given everything you wrote in your recent Gotham Girl post, might be helpful going forward. In any case, I just took the survey and I think you should monetize The Empress however the fuck you need to.
Oy! I cannot imagine having seizures on top of every other menopausal symptom. Sending g healing vibes your way. So glad you have soul sisters to advocate for you.