Some of Us Just Run Hot…

I’m hot…and not in the Paris Hilton ‘That’s hot” category. I mean that my system runs hot; not my choice, but there you are.

I have never cared for hot, sticky weather. When I was a baby, my mother told me that I would kick off all my covers, even in winter. These days with A/C and overhead fans nearly everywhere you go, it isn’t that big a deal any more.

But put me in a place where the humidity is high and there is no moving air (like the doctor’s office), and I will sweat like Secretariat running the Preakness. It’s embarrassing to say the least. I always carry a fan with me as well as fresh handkerchiefs, just in case. I literally start melting from the hairline all the way down.

I especially hate it when when I have a ‘meltdown’ in public. Years ago I was at a gem and jewelry show in a packed room, and it was HOT. I was literally dripping sweat, and a man at one of the booths asked loudly, “Are you sweating?

Now, he might have been a part-time paramedic who sees excessive sweating as a sign of an incipient heart attack. Or he just could have just been a rude jerk who called attention to my melting state. In any case, I was pretty embarrassed.

I used to have a great homeopathic for hot flashes and random sweats, but after I had DCIS in my right breast (I had a lumpectomy and there were no signs of more cancer, thankfully), I was told to wait five years before taking it again. This was in 2015, which means that I still have three more years to go……o, joy!

Well, here’s the thing: when you can’t have what you want, you have to find a way to live with the situation. For me, it’s fans and handkerchiefs. It’s also changing my mental patterns; instead of thinking, ‘oh, damn this hot and sticky weather—I HATE it!’, I’ve learned to just roll with it.

I imagine that I am walking on a huge, clear blue glacier in my bare feet. If I do it right, I can actually feel the chill coming right up from my feet, to my legs, to my torso, then to my neck and face. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. But constantly griping about the heat never made me any cooler. As they say, ‘this, too, shall pass.’ And it does.

All of us have something we don’t like about ourselves. But when I look at the broader picture, I could have inoperable cancer, or be totally paralyzed, or have ALS or dementia, or worse. This hot flash thing is just a tinkle in the ocean; not a big deal.

Besides, look at how well I’m supporting the fan, tissue and handkerchief industry!