Hot, hot, hot. Oh, man, the soles of my feet and the palms of my hands go hot, turn red. I could strip paint with 'em*. The rest of me is variations on; warm, too warm, and way too warm. Every one to two hours. For the last five days. Overnight, kept waking up, throwing the covers off, falling back to sleep. Then waking up freezing and pulling blankets back over me. Over and over and over again. Sometimes with a cat at my knee.
One hot flash - interesting to mildly irritating. But very damn couple of fucking hours, for a bloody week, getting really old. Trying some soy milk and sage tea, to start. Will not do HRT. I really think all the emotional stuff is related to this uptick in hormonal activity, though. Which may well be feeding back into my stress hormones, and making this all worse. This boil is fulminant. Damn, blast and radiation damage.
D being very solicitous and kind to me, as usual.
Cats continue to play, fight, and ignore each other. It's pretty funny. Seems mutual, balanced. They know the other cat is not a threat, and move accordingly.
Construction on the house across the street involves a digger backing up a lot, with accompanying beeps, this afternoon.
More when my brain is feeling less fried, possibly poached.
*Yes, I will try to use them on the overpainted doors.
8 comments:
I don't wish these heat events on anyone, you certainly don't make them sound particularly pleasant.
Thank goodness men don't suffer womenopause! My sympathies to you Zhoen.
That takes me back......
There's a lot to be said for being an old lady!
I found sage tea did help. Hot flushes (who knows why we spell them differently)are a natural thing that doesn't harm you and, like you, I didn't want to go the hrt route. But the disrupted sleep can be really hard to cope with, and I'm sure you're right that this hormonal turmoil may be a factor in stirring up your psyche.
Phil,
Oh, they are not bad, just overwhelming and odd. It's the persistence that's wearing on me.
Tom
On the other hand, I've never been hit in the balls.
RR,
Amen.
Jean,
Well, I think of flushes as a function of the toilet/water closet/loo.
I do think it's funny, now, that when I went through puberty, I was silent, ashamed, hiding it as much as possible. For this end of it, I discuss it with the folks at work (nurses, medical training, it's acceptable there.) And of course, write about it here.
I've yet to know one, and I suppose a small part of me is curious but not too much. One friend cut back on hot drinks, since, she said, the heat would try to make its way out again, but I know how you like your tea. Another's coincided with moving into an inadequately heated half-derelict French house and she said they was quite useful as a substitute for central heating in the winter.
Good to be able to recognise the wider effects; this too shall pass.
I've yet to know one, and I suppose a small part of me is curious but not too much. One friend cut back on hot drinks, since, she said, the heat would try to make its way out again, but I know how you like your tea. Another's coincided with moving into an inadequately heated half-derelict French house and she said they was quite useful as a substitute for central heating in the winter.
Good to be able to recognise the wider effects; this too shall pass.
Lucy,
Indeed, working in cold ORs is no hardship.
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