Or, Mother of God Please Turn that Heat Down!

This summer has been a hot one, hotter than usual. I think. I mean I hear the outcries of those around me so they must be suffering too!

That’s one of the problems of menopause. You have to take a random check of those around you before announcing that you’re passing out from heat prostration or run the risk of having everyone stare as though you’ve grown a third eyeball. Having experienced that eyeball stare – I’d rather pass.

Even though I observe others suffering from high temperatures I’m pretty sure I am suffering more. I mean there are days when I think my face is actually melting. I run home at lunch in an effort to remain true to my diet, but also to reapply deodorant and body spray so I can stand myself until the end of the day! Does everyone have this problem? I think not.

Being a bit of a freak about cleanliness it never ceases to horrify me that I can step out of the shower and sweat profusely over the effort to dry myself off. That’s just not fair! True cleanliness is unachievable under those circumstances, and that knowledge haunts me!  Throwing body splash on a sweat dried body is enough to make one gag! And running around sniffing ones pits for traces of yuck is just unacceptable!

All of this paranoia is just ruining one of my favorite times of year. Everything is tainted by the “but will I be fresh enough to stand next to anyone?” terrors. I mean I don’t want to just “not stink”, I want to smell fresh and lovely! Good luck with that!

And don’t tell me to buy super strength deodorant, I’ve tried them all. Even the maximum strength ones that you have to put on the night before. I still don’t feel as fresh as a daisy and I won’t be happy until I do!