Lately, I have been too busy to notice anything involving menopause. In between taking care of my mom and son I have come to just ignore the hot flashes and the all the rest of the stuff that comes along with this journey for the most part. Until last night. I was sleeping or trying to sleep and the night flashes came back, I call them that because they are not really night sweats just like hot flashes but come at night. I moved the covers to one side and then turned the pillow to the cool side hoping that would do the trick. This was the longest hot flash in history of my hot flashes. I don't know how long it lasted but it lasted a long time in my book. I tossed and turned and turned and tossed wishing that it was over. I was wishing that this part of my life was over and I would not have another flash of anything until I was 99 years old. Or close to it.
Nonetheless, I was tossing and turning and then it stopped as abruptly as it has arrived. I went to get something cold to drink and then returned back to bed thinking that it would be OK for the rest of the night. Of course, I was wrong and about an hour later I was back to being hot and back to kicking covers off of me and finding cool sides of the pillow. I tried to think happy thoughts. I was thinking ok, this won't last forever, it might seem forever but it is not and then I mentally made a to do list for today. Of course, not on the list was hot flashes, night flashes or being cranky. I am trying.
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