I have a terrible time getting to sleep and staying asleep. People suggest maybe it is "my age, my hormones." So I went to the doctor about a year ago. This would be great in a way. It would explain my bad moods and depressions, the sleep problem, any weight problem, etc. And...it could be "fixed." The doctor drew blood. A week or so later when I arrived home my husband told me there was a message for me from the doctor on the machine. With an odd grin he stood there while I listen. When it ended with the doctor telling me my hormones were perfectly normal my husband smiled even bigger. "So", he said, "no excuses, you're just a plain b@#$&!"

We still laugh about. It would have been such a good excuse!