I’m pretty sure it’s not a secret that I like warm weather and ultimately being warm. I think that in a past life I may have been a cat because I have been known to find a sunny spot on a cold day, curl up and take a nap. Even if said nap is under the dining room table, where the sun shines in through the southern facing sliders. I can only imagine Sweet Husbands surprise (because I was asleep) as he spied me huddled close to the two kittens fast asleep in a puddle of sunshine under the dining room table. It was purrrrr bliss.
I like warmth and sunshine so much I even have a prescription for Vitamin D from my Doctor…I ♥ her. This is the same Dr. that advised surgery, which I did, and now, 4 years later I think I’m feeling some after effects. Holy shit what could it be now?
After November 09 we didn’t really have much of a winter. We had no snow this year ending up with record high temperatures in January. In fact the month of March was cooler than January, and Sweet Husband and I had our tropical escape in February so winter seemed shorter this year. Like many people in the winter, I change to heavier sheets and thicker warmer night clothes. Also during the sleeping hours we don’t have the heat on unless we are having an unusual cold snap so the house gets down to about 50 degrees via the automatic temperature control on our furnace. I like to sleep in a cool room with lots of covers and I have a fan on too, but mostly for the noise.
The atmosphere is set, cool dark room, faint white noise in the background, blankets and garments to stay warm. I cozy down into my warm warm nest and peacefully slip into slumber. After a few hours the top blanket slips to the floor from my tossing and turning. The comforter is pushed to the middle of the bed and I lie there with only a light sheet. Something has gone horribly wrong…I. AM. Hot. To which Sweet Husband said…”yes, you are” and I just grow hotter and blush, but would be dreadfully disappointed if he didn’t say that. Now don’t worry about Sweet Husband, my trashing about doesn’t bother him one bit, he can sleep through anything.
I don’t know when it started happening, but at first I thought I was using to many covers along with wearing a long sleeved garment to bed. I started making the bed with one less blanket and continued to wear the long sleeved garment. Hmmm, that wasn’t working so well so I changed to a short sleeve garment and still no relief. At this same time I noticed that I needed to have the sheets untucked at the bottom of the bed to get some sweet relief and free air flow around my feet. Next option, sleeveless garment, that was a bigger help, but not enough. I toss and turn looking for a cool spot in the bed and not finding anything remotely cool. What the hell is going on with me, when it dawns on me one day. I am a mid century model so I must be going through “the change”, duh talk about not being in touch with my body. Wow, being a girl is so much fun, in fact the fun never ends. Girls are in a constant state of morph-hood. I’ve already grown enough chin hairs I could have a soul patch, but I think it best to keep plucking those lil suckers out. Gravity has made what use to be a perfect 34 B chest measurement into a 40 long. So why wouldn’t I be creating my own little power grid?
You know what would be really helpful? If I were to have hot flashes when I’m actually cold. They usually show up when I’m all comfy and not in need of any additional heat. What if utilizing this heat source would be a great use of energy and situations, and off set our actual monthly heating bill . I could use this surplus energy to power home appliances, like the microwave or the coffee maker. I’m sure I’m not the first person to opt for different uses of hot flashes. But I think I’ll invest in a fold-able hand fan, open it with a swift flick of the wrist and practice saying “Aha de-clarah” and wait for things to cool off.