Today’s Muse. Is it hot in here?
Image created by my daughter.
I spent yesterday in an oven.
No. That’s not right. It was more like there was an oven inside me turned to 400 degrees.
I asked my daughter to create an image of me burning up. I chose a winter picture to emphasize that I am never, ever hot in winter. (This looks stupid I now realize, but I’m not waking her up to do another pic.)
The rest is her design.
My only request was that she didn’t cover me with flames so that I was unrecognizable and have worms crawling from my eyeballs and smelly swirls of steaming poop hanging from my hair. (Which usually adorn these Doodle Pad creations.)
Though at certain points yesterday that was an apt description of how I felt.
I thought I was getting sick.
That wasn’t it.
I went into Atlanta for my Writer’s Group and sat for over 2 hours in an air-conditioned deep freeze and was fine.
Then I came home to a ransacked house.
Do you know how hard it is to give full, emergency cleaning effort when your skin feels like a cookie just taken out of a 350 degree oven? (But never cools off.)
Surely, I must be getting sick.
They are called Hot Flashes.
Not Hot Your-Body-Has-Turned-Into-Nuclear-Reactor.
I thought these things involved sweating. Which I would welcome at this point. Sweating would involve cooling off before meltdown.
Any advice?
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GRAPHICS ADDENDUM
This is what daughter came up with this afternoon.
You chose that picture because you look good. Nothing to do with winter.
You think you’re so smart. I chose it because I look good and it was winter. So there.
Those little ‘warm spots’ are happening to me more and more…mostly when I am feeling panicky. Ex: Open House Night, a public outburst from one of my own children in front of people with “perfect children,” my principal walks in the door with her palm pilot (and I realize I forgot to change last week’s essential questions)…the only thing that really works for me is a bit of Stuart Smiley therapy. “I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and gosh darnit, people like me!” That, and cranking the air to a ridiculous temperature just before Open House. 🙂
Jeannie ~ rest assured, people like you…but the panicky thing does often bring on the heat. ugh.