I’m finally starting to recover from whatever I got. Most of my symptoms are subsiding, but I’m impatient with one: I am fricking cold almost all the time! It’s rare for me to be cold. Friends across the years have noticed that I run warm compared to most people; several of my massage clients couldn’t believe my hands were naturally that warm, and others told me I should probably charge double for my “mobile body-warmers.”
It’s a breezy day, with temperatures in the mid 50s F (~12° C) and the sun is streaming through the windows. I’m sitting full in it, have a wool lap blanket over my legs, and my feet are still cold. Guess I understand the snowbirds better now: if I felt like this all winter, I’d be miserable too!
I want my body heat back. I think the radio station in my mind is in cahoots with my hypothalamus, because it taunted me with this:
Ugh. I liked Foreigner for a while when they first came out—I’m pretty sure I had Foreigner 4 on cassette back in the day. But their appeal started to wane for whatever reason, and activities by each of my exes turned me completely off the band.
So I’m laughing at the radio station in my mind, because my ears are still waterlogged enough that I can’t hear well (and it’s sometimes painful), so I can write about “Cold As Ice” without having any earworms triggered!
Foreigner fans, enjoy: unless Al steps up to fill the void, this is likely to be the only song by them in this space. And to everyone: I promise I’ll stop whining about my health now.
Loudest show I ever attended. Freshman year of college. Ears rung (rang?) for days. 🤕
Glad to hear you’re improving Jackie, hopefully you warm up soon!