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Missing...has anyone seen my libido?Missing...has anyone seen my libido?By Foible Gal (Wendy Reichental)  When the problem is not so much resisting temptation as finding it, you may just be getting older. If there’s one thing that goes missing when you become stressed, it’s gotta be your libido or as I’ve been referring to it lately as “libidud“! You know you’re in trouble when a shirtless George Clooney is flashed on your TV screen and it doesn’t elicit any kind of reaction but a commercial for an all dressed pizza has you breaking into a sweat. For the last little while as I deal with the challenges of life with mother and taking care of her needs…somewhere along the road, I’ve forgotten how to take care of  any of my own. It doesn’t help too, that I still haven’t recovered from the incident where my mother pushed open our bedroom door startling my husband and leaving me traumatized because she was cold and wanted us to “turn off” the AC (air conditioning)! It was the middle of the night and we were actually sleeping and thankfully had sufficient sleepware on, but still, talk about “turned off” there’s something about having your mother living under the same roof as you, and right in the next room, that puts a crank and a kink in even remotely ever feeling sexy or kinky again!The thing about me is that I am a worrier and once that seed is planted in my guilt ridden and worried head the only thing that gets fertilized is more worry. The situation with watching my mother go through the ordeals of old age, is twofold, on the one hand I calmly handle what needs to get done on a daily basis, but on the other hand, I quietly am freaked out that what is happening to my mother is a mirror to what lies ahead for me…osteoporosis, bone fractures, memory loss and confusion derived from some form of dementia, weight loss and shrinkage, (ok maybe that last one isn’t so bad…) what am I saying?, I’m totally freaked out! On a daily basis, I’m constantly reminded about the fragility of life  and how within a blink your vitality becomes vanished! And like a true sponge I soak up every ache she feels and understand her fears because I have them too. So even though I’m only 48 I tend to feel my mother’s age 88 and suddenly the only thing I feel in the mood for are naps to escape my worries and ice cream because it’s soft and comforting. I realize this is unfair to my husband he doesn’t deserve this, I need to keep some logs in the fire for him, I know this. But for now anyway my sparks are few, while my appetite for food remains insatiable, mid-life go figure?!….No really it means there goes your figure!“Things are going to get a lot worse before they get worse”. Lily Tomlin Read Wendy's other Blog posts and articles about Wendy's choices as one of the 'sandwich' generation.
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