I am H.O.T.!

There was a time not very long ago I would have loved to have been called hot. Now I know what the letters H-O-T really stand for...Hormonal, Old and Testy.
Since entering my mid-forties (still significantly younger than my sisters), my hormones have run completely amok. I am constantly flipping from being cold to sweltering. My temperature varies by 30 degrees from moment to moment. I can go four days with approximately 3 hours of sleep because I find myself wide awake at 1 a.m. and unable to go back to sleep until about 5:30 a.m., by which time my husband is up and being his usual silent self. (Add sarcasm dripping from my voice here.)
Along with hormones that are acting like a fish on the bank, I also have to deal with flesh on my hands which have the consistency of a paper towel. Grocery bags now leave bruises on my delicate arms. My lovely daughter says, "Man, I hope I don't have those old-ass looking hands." (Guess what baby. Heredity is hell and God has a sense of humor, twisted as it may sometimes be. I mean seriously, anyone who can come up with menopause must be a little twisted.) My eyes are now virtually worthless. I am too near-sighted to see past my nose and too far sighted to see within two feet of my face. Hmmm... A dilemma.
So now I have flip-flopping hormones and an old body. I guess it's no wonder I'm testy. Yes, I prefer the term testy to grouchy, cranky or bitchy. If you don't care for the term, then just bite me.