Hot Flashes
I don’t remember when I got my first ever hot flash, I do know that it was in the middle of the night and I woke up with my chest drenched in sweat.
Since I’ve never really been the sweating type, I had a few moments of panic as I thought back to my count-them-on-one-hand sexual partners.
Could I have contract HIV? Who had I been with that could have possibly exposed me?
After the initial panic and I’d ruled out the possibility of HIV, I realized I’d had my first hot flash.
Thank GOD my hot flashes never got as bad as the large woman in that Yankee Candle store, but none-the-less, they aren’t fun.
The best way for me to describe a hot flash is similar to when you have a fever, your body gets overly warm and sometimes you sweat. Most of my hot flashes come (ironically) when I’ve gotten out of the shower, am doing the dishes or am already hot to begin with.
To me it feels like hot dog must feel like in microwave, you know the second before it bursts its skin and showers the microwave with its icky hot dog guts.
I still have the occasional hot flash in the middle of the night, where I break out in sweat, or feel so warm I can’t cool off.
Those are the mornings where my night clothes end up in a pile on the floor.
The hot flashes seem to come in spurts for me, there are months where I have none and then all of a sudden, I’m experiencing them again.
I’m currently in my experiencing phase.
Lucky me.