I should have known. There is no escaping it. It was plain as the nose on my face. I never seem to realize what is happening until I pass the crest of the wave. There I sat, after a 12.5 hour day, trying to relax for moment, flipping channels looking for a mindless escape. Something made me stop and watch as Tyra stared down the last two girls hoping to go on to the next round. One cried in relief as her name was called, promising to do better and work harder. The other cried in disappointment now facing the door home. I cried in unison, feeling so sad for both, even though I have not seen either of them before.

Wait. Back up. I cried watching America’s Next Top Model? What?!?! Someone give me drugs now! Doctor, if you are reading this, my hormones are seriously off balance. This cannot be normal.

I continued to flip through the channels desperate for something to make me smile. Somehow, I found myself in tears again as Anwar was sent packing from American Idol. Though talented, he wasn’t one of my favorites. Then why was I crying? Why the heck was I so weepy over something so inconsequential in comparison to the other things going on in the world?

Who can go through life this way? Hormone changes, premature menopause, post-cancer trauma, whatever you call it. It must be fixed.

Again, doctor, if you are reading this, please call the pharmacy now. I’m on my way.