This past week has been interesting, to say the least. I've had a few "Tropical Surges" in the past
I thought it was from the suddenly milder, almost summer-like weather we've been experiencing. Not so.
At work, the back of my head is suddenly drenched like I just stepped out of the shower. I find myself fanning myself with menus, and finding excuses to hang out in the walk-in refrigerator.
I went to his place yesterday (Wednesday) like I always do. I made a lasagna for him several days ago and we were having the leftovers for dinner. Now one thing I've learned is if I eat too many carbs, I begin to sweat (I have type 2 diabetes)... and the symptoms of menopause make it worse. I can't even think about drinking wine or other alcoholic beverage. The sweats are insane!
I had a normal portion of lasagna, and about an hour later, it felt like someone turned the heat up... a lot!
"Whew!!! It sure is hot in here!!"
John tells me the heat is set at 60 degrees. He says he feels fine.
"Well, I'm really hot!!
I'm trying not to drink any Diet Coke because I know it will keep me up all night.
Then, I start getting cranky. He wants to watch Criminal Minds on ION TV. It's an episode that I've seen several times and it's not one of my favorites (I love criminal Minds usually). But it's his house, his TV.
I went on the internet with my netbook. It's letting off some heat and it's making me sweat even more! So, I put that away. (now I'm REALLY cranky!)
I grab my Kindle and go into the bedroom to read. His clock has a thermostat on it. It's registering 75 degrees.
A little while later, John comes in and gets his shower before bed. I'm fanning myself like crazy.
"Whew!!! It's STILL hot in here!!!
By now, the thermostat says 77 degrees!
"SEE?? I'm making the temperature in here go up, just by being in the room!"
"Can't we open a window or put the air conditioner on? You can grab a blanket for yourself out of the closet."
He agrees to open the window. He wants to know if there's anything else he can do to make me more comfortable (he really is being a trooper )
"Well, one thing you CAN'T do is sleep with your arms around me. I'll go out of my mind if you do that."
The window open seemed to have done the trick. I rubbed his legs for a bit (he gets bad leg cramps sometimes) and we fell asleep.
A little while later, I get up to go to the bathroom (another fun fun menopause symptom..... peeing several times a night, and by several I mean 5 or 6 times a night) and I find poor John sleeping as far away from me and still be on the bed as he possibly can. I flip my pillow over and go back to sleep.
I'm surprised he didn't throw my ass out last night!