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tinhuvielInstead of doing my duty yesterday by mowing the grass, I put it off until today. Go me! Why I put off the inevitability of a horrible experience only to dread it longer is beyond my ability to comprehend. After work, I must go home, get the gas can, head to the nearest gas station, give them $1000 for 3 gallons of gas, return home, and proceed with my yard work in the blistering heat.
It's hot and humid outside. The joy of living in the subtropics often overcomes me withheatstroke joy and thankfulness.
And the insect population is just completely out of control this year. They're flourishing in this oppressive weather, so I'm expecting to be stung, bitten, or equally tormented by some other method during my time outside this afternoon. Really, I'd rather be flattened by an industrial landscaper than suffer being outside in the heat and pestilence.
What's worse is my ability to tolerate heat has seemed to disappear.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
green_goblin70 gave me the nickname Reptile because I never used to sweat. Once upon a time, I would drive about in late July/early August with my car windows up and no air on. The heat felt good to me...almost as good as the cold made me miserable. But now, I'm a sweating bit of misery. I can't seem to get cool no matter what I do. I'm even having to keep my hair up in a knot or ponytail because it's slowcooking my neck. I am Reptile no more, alas!
Maybe it's the peri-menopause thing. Dunno. Whatever it is, I'm hating it. So far, this Summer has made me completely uncomfortable and unhappy. I keep dreaming of diving into pools fed by waterfalls. I need to dip my itchy, hot body in a large body of ice cold water....cold enough to take away my breath. And I need a flamethrower to ward off all the biting, stinging insects that come for me in droves when I'm outside.
Yes, I want to float about in a river, frying bugs on the wing with a flamethrower. That is my ultimate wish. Well....that, and a night on the town in Las Vegas with Michael Bublé. Sad to say, all I'll be getting is a gigantic yard full of growing grass, a stinky mower, and swarms of vermin.
It's hot and humid outside. The joy of living in the subtropics often overcomes me with
And the insect population is just completely out of control this year. They're flourishing in this oppressive weather, so I'm expecting to be stung, bitten, or equally tormented by some other method during my time outside this afternoon. Really, I'd rather be flattened by an industrial landscaper than suffer being outside in the heat and pestilence.
What's worse is my ability to tolerate heat has seemed to disappear.
green_goblin70 gave me the nickname Reptile because I never used to sweat. Once upon a time, I would drive about in late July/early August with my car windows up and no air on. The heat felt good to me...almost as good as the cold made me miserable. But now, I'm a sweating bit of misery. I can't seem to get cool no matter what I do. I'm even having to keep my hair up in a knot or ponytail because it's slowcooking my neck. I am Reptile no more, alas!Maybe it's the peri-menopause thing. Dunno. Whatever it is, I'm hating it. So far, this Summer has made me completely uncomfortable and unhappy. I keep dreaming of diving into pools fed by waterfalls. I need to dip my itchy, hot body in a large body of ice cold water....cold enough to take away my breath. And I need a flamethrower to ward off all the biting, stinging insects that come for me in droves when I'm outside.
Yes, I want to float about in a river, frying bugs on the wing with a flamethrower. That is my ultimate wish. Well....that, and a night on the town in Las Vegas with Michael Bublé. Sad to say, all I'll be getting is a gigantic yard full of growing grass, a stinky mower, and swarms of vermin.
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Date: 2005-07-05 03:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-05 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-05 03:25 pm (UTC)Remember the earlier post you had about RUNNING to your car?
I lost a lot of weight a few years back. After the pounds were gone, I noticed I was sweating profusely also. I asked my Dr. about it, and he said, when I lost the weight, my thermogenics kicked in, and is working properly for the first time in a long time. He said that I weighed so much, that my body actually had shut down the things that were not absolutely necessary for me to have working. Then when I got down to were I was supposed to be, my body said, hey, we can all work now, we are healthy again. My glands kicked in, my brain became clear, my eyes focused more than normal.
So, maybe that is what is happening to you also?
Myst
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Date: 2005-07-05 03:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-05 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-05 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-05 03:38 pm (UTC)-snuggles you close-
-gently wraps you in cool cloths-
Better? =)
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Date: 2005-07-05 03:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-05 05:18 pm (UTC)*rereads sentence that she originally read as containing the words 'anally tormented'*
*is relieved that was just the aliens in her computer messing with her*
*has sympathy for you greatly*
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Date: 2005-07-05 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-06 12:31 pm (UTC)Welcome to reality. I agree that maybe Myst was right. You'd think it would be just the opposite, but since you do everything else backwards it's probably how a body adjusts for YOU.
Or maybe you're turning into Aunt Tudi. You'll be running around in sleeveless shirts in the winter in no time.