Menoysterical - minus [men-oh-iss-tiry-cul my-ness]; the condition of being in frustrated fits

I'll be honest - I saw this cartoon (or one very like it) on the staff notice board of NAB some 15 years ago… when it meant absolutely zip to YAM.

(sourced from internet)

Changed m'tune a bit now.  This turned up on a blog-friend's posting some two or three weeks ago and have been sitting on it wondering; clearly whoever produced the original knew only too well the inside stuff.  What is more, the eternal nature of the symptoms strikes one.  Every woman will experience one or more, (or, if like YAM, all), these tortures and any other variations on the theme.  (I can hear one or two voices commenting on the sleepy bit and pointing out the mention of insomnia throughout this blog… be aware, my sweets, insomnia means "without sleep" - not that one is not sleepy!)

So Menoysterical-minus is the polar opposite of menoysterical.  The rolling about in the aisles is from the agony (do I overstate? - no) and the perverse ecstasy of seeing one's symptoms toyed with by dwarves.

Artist was surely a man.

Which hints at something else.  Menopolyxinaemia is not, in fact, a solitary condition.  No matter how much the sufferer would like to cry that it is.  All around her must deal with the onset of cronehood and duck when the crockery is thrown, second-guess where the butter might be this time and point in the direction of the correct door before a horde of men with zippers down are given the show of their lives.

(Don't ask.)

I said don't...