I'm cold, cold COLD!

 People would say, do you like being cold or warm? My daughter would say cold because you can  always get warm. There was a time when getting warm would be a problem for me. I don't know when it started. As a kid, I was normal. I would get hot in the summer and suffer with it like everyone else.

When I got married, I suffered in the heat too, but I think things started to change after I had Agnes.  Agnes was only a few weeks old when we went to Billy's friends house over night, we went in their pool and I remember having a hard time getting warm afterward.

It was a few years later when I noticed it more and more. I was coming home from the store on a hot day and I thought there was a bug crawling on my face, so I slapped my face. There was no bug but I was sweating. I remember being shocked because I was warm but I didn't feel hot enough to have sweat rolling down from my temple. 

And that's how it went for years. Yes, I would get warm or hot in the summer like everyone else. but it would not take long for me to cool off.  I remember we would close off the living room, put the air conditioner on and bring in the mattresses to sleep in there. At some point during the night I would wake up FROZEN, grab my quilt and go into the hot bedroom and curl up on the box spring, trying to get warm. I would spend the rest of the night in that hot box and not get hot. 

I always felt like my bones were copper coils and once they got cold it took ages to get warm.  So yes, I could feel the  warm/hot on my skin but it would not warm up my body. It is hard to explain.

Of course Billy was the opposite.  He suffered in the summer with the heat and in the winter he rarely wore a coat, flannel shirt and quilted vest were usually good for him. He also liked to sleep with the window cracked open in the winter.  Many arguments over that. He used to call me (sometimes) when he was on his way home so I could put the air on so he does not come home to a hot house.

He would be furious, at times, that I was cold when he was sweating in the heat! He took that picture of me. It is August. I am wearing a flannel night gown, a top sheet, a dark crocheted blanket(peaking out of the bottom right part of the quilt) covered with a quilt. He took the picture and then woke me yelling, "how can you SLEEP bundled up in THIS HEAT, I am SWEATING!" 

So, yes I might go to bed warm, but I had a very small fan on my night table. I would have it on, but NOT blowing on me. That little bit of air circulation would cool me off, that's all I needed.

So that's how things were, but as I got older around the menopausal age, I did not suffer with the cold as much.  Once in awhile I still get cold to the bone. I went to a Met games on a dreary, drizzly, the first day of spring day and was cold for hours afterwards. 

I wrote this, because I had one of the days, today. I could not get warm. I had to go outside to get warm but I was still cold  when I came inside. So I took a nice HOT shower and I am finally warm. lol 

Since I have also suffered with hot flashes...I have to say, it is horrible to be HOT and not able to cool off.  So I try not to complain too much about the cold house..but sometimes..I have to. LOL