Last night, I was awakened by hot flashes on three separate occasions. They came like clockwork, every two and a half hours, like contractions, only slightly less uncomfortable.
After experiencing hot flashes last March, you would think that I would know what to expect, but, this time around, the flashes build more slowly and arrive with less of the anxiety-producing "buzz" that I experienced the last go-around.
Buzz? What the hell do I even mean? Well, last year, prior to my body suddenly feeling like it was on fire, I would get a tingly-buzzing-nerve-like feeling that built up to a point that verged on panic-attack territory. The anxiety around that initial symptom far outweighed the discomfort of the actual hot flash, and, I came to dread the first tiny vibration that signaled an attack.
Thankfully, this go-round, I appear to be skipping the buzz and going straight to "holy Hannah, it's hot in here". This, I can deal with. Oh, I don't love it, but, if nature has to take its' course (and, it does); I can roll with it.
Besides, when else will it be appropriate to exclaim, "Damn, I'm hot!", fifty times a day, without sounding like I'm bragging?