Diary‑style blog entry - Detective Inspector Cluedo (Clue‑so)

Detective Inspector Cluedo (Clue‑so)

Agatha Christie.

Angela Lansbury.

That was me yesterday — investigating my own hormones like a crime scene.

For years I’ve said I was progesterone intolerant because every time I tried HRT, the oestrogen helped me, but the progesterone hurt me.

Oestrogen watered my garden — but to have it, you need progesterone — and progesterone has always been the problem.

Yesterday I learned something important:

I’m not “progesterone intolerant.”

I am progesterone sensitive — and I always have been.

This didn’t start in perimenopause.

Perimenopause just magnified it.

Looking back, the clues were there:

• Morning‑sickness feelings but never actually sick

• Terrible water retention

• A lifelong inability to regulate my temperature

And now, in perimenopause, when my oestrogen dropped and everything became unbalanced, my progesterone sensitivity became extreme.

My temperature issues aren’t just hot flushes — they’re part of the same sensitivity pattern I’ve had my whole life. I’ve never been able to regulate heat properly, but it has never been this bad. Now I have to eat food cold and drink tea cold because anything warm radiates through me.

I missed the clues.

But yesterday, I solved the case.

This isn’t a new thing.

It’s an old thing that perimenopause made louder.