Well, now, yet another possibility. I couldn't figure out what transpired. There I was, 51, sick as a dog, post menopausal, months off of all manner of narcotics, tranquilizers, alcohol and Zoloft that I'd been on for years. I was certain the shop was closed for good.

I was lying on the sofa for endless days with a case of kidney stones. That hurts, and it hurts bad.

So, call me surprised when one morning I get hornier than Ron Jeremy. So, I took care of it. It made me feel better. Then again, and again.

Six months later, I'm still at it. I just about wore my husband out. I begged him to allow me a lover. He said no. I worked on that and I got him up to my speed again. It's the very first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think about at night.

I asked my husband how a teenaged boy deals with this sitch and he told me, "You just have to put your mind off of it." I'm not having much luck with that because there are so very many cues, smells and sights that get me going again. Hundreds of them.

But, sincerely, this is ridiculous. But it's so fun. I don't want it to end. I cannot imagine life without sex now. I'd choose sex over food or water. I do indeed get the happy ending and quickly, so it's great to be a woman who can come multiple times. (I always wonder, guys get one shot at a time, is it as good or better than our 2, 3 or 4? Inquiring minds want to know)

I began researching. Did I have some sort of brain malfunction? Did I get my pleasure/pain sensors mixed up? Maybe a thyroid condition? Is it that pesky high blood pressure? A new addiction?

Could it be a hormonal imbalance, a shade too much testosterone in the mix? After all, I lost fat where I've never been able to lose fat, like the belly, thighs, ass. I could work out for a single week and notice results. I have gotten a tad aggressive, maybe I'm just getting a bit crotchety in my age .

Heck if I know how to label it. I'm rolling with it.