And to think I once thought my PMS was annoying. The cramping, the headaches and downright bitchiness that was the bane of my existence these past decades was a cake walk compared to the hot flashes I’m having now. No articles, no discussions among matriarchs and friends – nothing had fully prepared me for the phenomenon of feeling my body go 98.6 to 689 degrees within the span of a single minute.
Let me tell you “Flash” as a descriptive of this is sorely misleading. Flash evokes the idea of something “short”, or “over with quickly”. Alas, except in relating to the intensity and speed of its onset, that is rarely the case. I’ve had flashes that lasted for 15 minutes or more where all time slows and each minute of that flash feels like an eternity in Hades’ personal sauna.
I have semi-jokingly called it “my own personal summer”, however it is considerably less amusing in the stifling heat of actual summer. I’m at the train station this morning furiously wiping at my face with a wash cloth, for mere paper towels cannot handle this, barely able to keep my sweat from stinging my own eyes. Being in air-conditioning hardly helps. Even within the, usually only slightly warmer than Siberia, confines of the training room, I watched helplessly as my students tried hard not to watch as beads of sweat form and drip down my face and neck as I conducted my class.
At home I’m feeling trapped, often too hot to move out of the blast from the Dyson fan in directly front of me. Dinners have sometimes turned into pints of ice cream and gallons of ice water in desperation to quickly cool off when my internal thermostat goes wonky.
Yes, and this too shall pass, I know. And I’m likely to have even more fun things to look forward to…
But in the interim, seriously – if I no longer have any buns left in the oven to cook, why is the heat turning on?
Let’s hope my fellow slicers are having a cooler time of it – check ’em out:
Ugh! That’s AWFUL! Stay cool… or at least try!
You make this not so fun time, well, funny. As in I’m laughing with tears in my eyes funny. Hades’ sauna to your own personal summer. Yes. That’s it. Hang in there!
If you can’t beat ’em make fun of ’em? Thanks.
Oh, you captured all the drama and the heat with your characteristic humor. Best advice I have: stick your head in the freezer for a bit! You’re so right about the fact that there’s nothing quick about the flash!
I have done this at home, Ramona. However, I am fairly certain my colleagues at work would not approve lol
Had to laugh…sorry. I know Kathy suffered with this for years…long after it was suppose to stop (I am sure she is the exception rather than the norm. A friend I worked with would say she was at the beach when one hit.Try to keep cool.
Oh poor Kathy. One of my few consolations on this is the hope this nonsense generally passes quickly. “At the beach” huh? I’ll raise an ice cold glass to that. Thanks Arjeha.
Lol this is awesome good read I know your pain
Woman, you know. lol. Thanks Maria.
What an excellent question you have posed! i love (and can totally relate to) your take on this time. Just tonight, I was frantically trying to remove my sweater as the ‘flash’ settled in. You are not alone. Perhaps that is the only solace to be found in this wild, hot ride.
Clothes sticking to you as you’re desperately trying to get dressed/undressed. Ugh, not fun! You’re right MAK, knowing I’m not alone is a solace. Thanks.