Well ..Tulsa got hit again ... we stayed safe in our home .. although we did see a transformer explode the other night. That ... is not something I want to see again!
My sister also saw one explode.
We saw the whole sky turn blue ... even the air on the ground was blue. Not fun stuff.
We kept electricity (knock on wood) but the electrical line next to us is heavy with ice. I keep looking at our very tall, old pretty pecan tree ... going ... stay there ... new house ... pretty tree ...stay tall.
I know now what a true hot flash is. It's not pretty. It kind of scared me when it was happening (who am I kidding, it scared the daylights out of me). It took me about 20 minutes after it was over for me to realize what had happened.
I've had what I thought were hot flashes, I now, from hence on, will describe those as mini hot flashes. I've had night sweats for about 4 years.
This ... was definitely a hot flash. Either that or my house was on fire and no one but me knew it.
I am always slightly chilled. It's a default of the lupus. My feet and my hands, actually ...just me. So, I usually am well covered, robe, socks, slippers, blanket,... and I'm sitting there, minding my own business watching a movie with my family. We take an intermission and suddenly ... I swear someone turned on the furnace to 150º!!!
My heart started racing, I couldn't catch my breath ... I was throwing (literally) the blanket across the room, yanking my robe off, and yelling at Bj to get my socks off my feet. I was snapping at who'dever listen .. "WHO TURNED UP THE FURNACE??" When no one would admit to it, my husband offered to check it. When I started to yank my Pj bottoms up to my knees and my PJ sleeves over my shoulders, he ran (my husband running is quite the site with his scoliosis, limp and other such issues) to the ceiling fan switch and said "See if that helps!"
I swear, if I'd been alone I'd have stripped!!! I could not get uncovered enough ,or fast enough.
I had no idea that it was ME and I had no idea what was happening. I knew I couldn't catch my breath and that my heart was racing and that I was TOO hot.
About 3 minutes later, I cooled off (a bit too much) and we all went back to the movie. I was sitting there, and my heart rate finally slowed ..and my brain was going a million miles an hour ... "what the HECK?" As I was thinking that I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough, it struck me the number of times I'd heard that phrase on comedy routines and in sitcomes ... crud ... Hot flash.
But ... I'm only 42!!!!!!
So, I do this nice little search on early menopause. Loverly ...42 is by no means considered early for this.
Well, at least next time I'll know what's going on. My family did real well in helping me. Maybe we can just get a routine going and call it the Mom's fire brigade?