I decided to take a lovely hot bath it bath last night. It was lovely. Until a hot flash struck. I jumped out of the tub and almost passed out. I wrapped my towel around me and went outside onto the deck, into the freezing Icelandic night. Ahhhh. Blissful cold air! The solution to hot flashes- move to Iceland!
I’ve not had a period for about 80 days now. Who knows when & even if I’ll have another. I used to be like clockwork! It’s really weird to have no idea when or if it’s coming.
The hot flashes are the worst. I used to love bundling up in cold weather but now I have to be able to get some cold air on my skin immediately so my previous layering system is now defunct. I’m glad I’ve got some fabulous coats. Now I understand those women who I used to wonder “isn’t she cold?” about. No. Not cold. She’s sweating in winter because her body has become a furnace.
Isn’t middle age fun?