my own personal summer
September 26, 2007
How do you explain a hot flash to someone who’s never had one. Hmmm, well, I’m having one as I write this, as my moist fingers slip around on the keyboard.
Hot flashes probably differ from person to person, but I would describe mine as volcanic. Super-heated lava roils in my solar plexus for a moment or two, then shoots it’s way through my upper body until it spews from my head in the form of sweat.
This is not an attractive sight.
Just the other day, while standing in line at the grocery store I had an episode. I could feel the familiar heat wave overtake me. The young couple in front of me must have thought I was psychotic. I lifted my hair, recently wet from sweat, off my steaming hot neck, ripped off my cardigan, grabbed a flyer off the counter, start fanning furiously, only to then put my cardigan back on and started shivering like a chihuahua.
“What are you looking at?” I wanted to say. “Yeah, you, you think you’re sooooo….so…young.” (Sigh). Instead I just mumbled to the checker “Yes, debit, no cash back, I brought my own bags. Thank you.”
It’s alright though. I see it as a right of passage. I suppose I’m becoming a wise woman or some such nonsense. Besides, winter will be hear soon, and there will be no need to buy a new jacket. I have my own built in heating system.