The past couple of days a heat spell hovers like a warm blanket. Heat is sensual to me. I toss and turn upon my silk sheets, thinking all kinds of redheaded thoughts. I could drive a man wild in this weather. Warm weather is my turn on - my sexual aphrodisiac. Of course, I have to love the guy - otherwise the fantasies in my head are better. So guys ...leave me alone on this one.
It's funny, because Hashimoto's symptoms are a low body temperature and most of the time I am freezing cold. The warm weather comes and it washes over me like a warm bath and suddenly I feel alive. I do wonder if it is all somehow interconnected and the doctors haven't figured it out yet.
When I have one of my extreme cold spells (where even a hot shower will not warm me) I pull a thick blanket over me and cover the heat vent. The hot air fills the blanket like a hot air balloon with me in the middle. The coldness depresses and exhausts me and I fall asleep over the heater. About an hour later I wake up, warm and feeling better. It is the oddest thing. Like a diabetic needing insulin, I need to raise my body temperature. Both are auto-immune diseases.
I love the feel of sweat on my brow and the urge to strip to the minimum. I walk barefoot through everything and play my favorite music. I catch myself singing and dancing.
C
