Two years ago this week I visited my doctor to complain about a migraine that masqueraded as a mini-stroke. She promptly took me off my hormone replacement therapy (and my Imitrex for migraines). When I expressed alarm at having to endure hot flashes, she said, "Oh, you don't have ovaries. The hot flashes, if you get them, should only last two months."
When I went back to see her in three months and told her I was still having hot flashes, she said, "Six months, tops."
Alas. Two years have passed, and I'm still getting the damned hot flashes. I perceived myself as Understated Elegance. Well, trust me, it doesn't feel very elegant to sit at a table with someone and suddenly have perspiration (okay, sweat) pouring off my forehead and my cheeks turning beet red.
I'm hopeful that, before the third anniversary of this event, I will be able to report a cessation of my own personal year-round summer.
In the meantime, please excuse me while I go mop my brow.
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