Yep …. hormone withdrawal.
My body was a bit broken by the time I had a hysterectomy, including my poor, scar tissue ridden ovaries, which were tossed along with the sorry excuse for a uterus I had.
So … I have existed the last few years with an estrogen implant, to help keep me from skinning hubby alive, stalking Johnny Depp, and torching the house.  Mostly it works fine, but oh god, when it starts wearing out ….. lord help anyone in my way. I find myself thinking all sorts of nasty, vicious little thoughts. Being kind and sympathetic takes way more effort than it normally does.  And if the stupid air conditioner at work doesn’t stop droning in exact time with my perpetual headache …. I may just torch the school as well.
Well ….. the implant is in place, and I have to say, the doc was a lot gentler than the last one. With any luck the wound won’t be anywhere near as bruised as last time. Now, I have about a week or so for the hormone to kick in.