Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008
Dear Body Temperature,
You and I? We need to have a little talk. About several things, which I have divided up into categories as I believe it will make it easier for you to understand. Please read through the below and get back to me post haste. And, when I say get back to me, I just mean give me back my ability to regulate my body temperature.
Sleeping: It’s very hard for me to sleep when I go to bed freezing cold and then wake up approximately 20 minutes later burning up. You see, when I’m cold, the boy is kind enough to turn the heater on for me. BUT, when I get hot, I have to GET UP MYSELF to turn the heat off and the fan on. Do you see why this is a problem? If you could just make it so I’m not freezing cold at bedtime, I think our problem will be solved.
Fall Clothing: I have a collection of lovely wool sweaters from my beloved J.Crew. I cannot wear these because do you know what wool does to you when you sweat? IT MAKES YOU ITCH. Also, I would like to buy some new items, but I fear I will not be able to fully enjoy them. No more sweating, please and thank you.
Makeup: I am now forced to run around Portland with blotchy and un-even skin. Do you know why this is, body temperature? It’s because when I have a hot flash, my face sweats, and if I’m wearing foundation when my face sweats, it gets itchy. Please remedy this.
Driving: It is now Fall in Portland, so when I leave the office, I typically have a coat on. For some reason, it seems that 50% of my hot flashes originate in the car. It is VERY HARD to get your coat off in the car. Especially when you’re trying to merge onto the Hawthorne Bridge. Also, the aformementioned incident happened yesterday when I happened to be on the phone with my mother. She did not like it when I said, “I’m going to lose my shit.” It is hard to merge, talk on the phone, AND take ones coat off.
Social Functions: Last night I attended a social function with my beloved. While talking to the wife of his boss, sweat began pouring down my face. This is embarrasing, and it makes me, a typical non-cryer, want to cry. A LOT.
Please take these items into consideration. I look forward to your response.
Sweatily,
Rhiannon
