I am referring to my body temperature, which, these days, soars randomly on average, about a 1000 times a day. As if giving birth wasn’t enough to endure.
At the age of 53, my reproductive organs are creating unnatural heat. Kind of like Global Warming.
Only it’s in my body.
The simple act of getting dressed in the morning has become a challenge. The mere glance at a sweater causes me to break out into a sweat! Thank God the layered look is in, for some days it is all I can do, to refrain from stripping every fibre of fabric off of me, only to have to layer it all back on seconds later.
Because just when you think you’re head is going to pop off, you’re suddenly cold.
I recall a number of my
older more mature friends, complaining of this disturbing rocket fueled heat surge. I must admit, when they were asking for windows to be rolled down in sub-zero temperatures, I seriously questioned their sanity. I may have even been known to raise & an eyebrow or two, all the while thinking to myself, really, how bad can it be?
Payback’s a bitch my friends! While those gals now sit comfortably in their woolies & their turtlenecks, I can most likely be found desperately searching for cooler air. Or a snow bank. Or a bucket of ice.
All in pursuit of bringing my body temperature down to the point where it doesn’t feel like the scene from the Wizard of Oz. You know the one, where the Wicked Witch of the West melts into the floor!.
Seriously! One would think I am being interrogated for some heinous crime, as my internal thermometer spikes from normal to a gazillion degrees in a nano second, causing me to break out into a sweat, without even moving a muscle.
If the flashes weren’t enough, I am also sleep deprived. Covers on, covers off.
If you need a wake up call in the middle of the night, I’m your gal! Guaranteed I am up at 2am, 4am, & 6am these days. That’s on a good night. But I caution you, do not dare to wake me at 6:30am, for I have just nicely drifted off back to sleep.
Just in time for my alarm to go off.
Wake me at 6:30am & I may have to kill someone. I will plead temporary insanity. On account of my aging ovaries!
I know this picture is blurry but it captures my life these days. The
old gal friend who took the photo, clearly is losing her vision & her ability to focus a camera.
Just something else I have to look forward to!
Hormone Replacement Therapy has been suggested but admittedly I am reluctant. Call me crazy, but I am adverse to taking something that can potentially increase my risk of heart disease, stroke, blood clots & breast cancer.
Instead, I chose to suffer through it as many have done before me. At least for now.
Never say never!
I have also been told I shouldn’t drink red wine! HA!
Sing it with me…feeling hot hot hot!