The question from NaBloPoMo today is whether I would rather have it very hot or very cold outside. This is an easy one for me. When given the choice if I would rather freeze my a$$ off or sweat like a pig I will go with freezing my a$$ off every single time.
I have suffered heat stroke many times in my life. I am just not a person that can handle the heat at all. My first major run in with heat stroke was when I decided to take up using a tanning bed. I worked next door to a tanning store at the time, so it seemed only natural to drift next door and sign up for a package. I bought a tube of Swedish Beauty tanning lotion, lathered up, and prepared to bake in the tanning bed. One night I just became entirely too hot during my tanning session. I rushed home feeling unwell where I proceeded to vomit uncontrollably. My boss at the time had been worried about me and decided to stop by and check up on me after she closed up for the night. She found me deathly sick, burning up, and with a violent case of the chills. She ran me a bath of tepid water and stayed with me until I began to feel better. A doctor later confirmed I had a heat stroke and to be very careful in the future. I gave up tanning beds after that little nightmare.
It is always hotter than the blazes of hell when our county fair is in full swing. Last year I desperately wanted to take my kids for wristband day at the fair. My husband was home and we were going to go as a family. We waited while our kids lined up and rode the rides. All of a sudden I felt unwell and dizzy. I went directly to the medical building at the fairgrounds where I proceeded to vomit uncontrollably until I was given a shot to stop me. I was severely dehydrated and once again suffering from heat stroke.
After that little catastrophe I realize I just don’t handle the heat well. On the flipside of the coin, I love snow and the bitter cold that goes with it. When it is cold outside you can always add another layer of clothing and be moving right along. When it is hotter than the blazes of hell, all you can do is strip down and stay in the air conditioning. Unless you live at the Playboy mansion, walking around naked just isn’t acceptable. Armed with air conditioners and a swimming pool, I am ready to endure the summer heat while continuing to dream of future white Christmas’s until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
