Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Holy sack, it's cold.

My brothers used this term growing up.  I still use it.  Sack?  Like, um, ok.  No longer appropriate.

Holy sack, it's cold!  We hardly have any snow on the ground, but it's still bitterly cold.  People are always surprised when I tell them where I live in Idaho is JUST as humid as Texas, if not more.  I'm a Texan, if ya didn't know that by now, hence the comparison.  Ok, according to weather.com, it's 33 degrees with 34% humidity in McKinney (that's where the hubby and I come from.  McKinney, Texas.) Texas right now.  Here in southeast Idaho?  32 degrees with 85% humidity.  Ahhh, ya see?  Very, very humid.  It's always this humid.  Sometimes we're more humid than Texas, like now.  The only reason it's not as noticeable, is because of our extreme altitude.  Well, not as noticeable to you.  It's noticeable to me.  Humidity hurts.  Hurts like a mutha trucka.  Add negative degree weather to it (we've been SO lucky this year, it's normally MUCH colder this time of year) and you're asking for some serious pain.  At this time in December, we can have lots of snow and already be in the negative digits.  We're SO lucky this year.  I can't even say how grateful I am.  I wouldn't have a debilitating disease if something weren't botherin' me though, right?  It's still humid.  :)  That hurts.  If I had more joints, I'm sure they'd love to get in on the action, but as it is, my ankles, knees and hips are having quite the party over here.  Butt heads... My joints are killing me.  Fibrotics (yes, I made that word up.) don't do cold.  One, it kills our joints.  Two, we're extremely cold intolerant.  What is the connection between pain and nerves?  C'mon, think about it; overactive nerves?  Of course the cold would kill 'em.  They're already dealing with more than they can.  Heat is a pain reliever.  Yes, we LIVE for heat!  Right now as I write this, I'm wearing boots with thick socks, a shirt, my "I'm the Captain's woman" sweatshirt, I have two rice packs on my knees, AND I'm in my zebra print heating blanket.  Oh.  The laptop's warm, too.  Mmmmm, heat.  Love heat.  My fingers and toes are never warm.  Never.  It takes forever for my body to warm up as it is.  After this, I'm gonna take a scalding, hot bath.  These baths I take are so hot, my skin is welting red when I get out.  My legs tingle from the the lack of circulation.  I'm lobster red.  They feel so good, and that's about the only comfort I get.  Well, I would if my water heater was bigger.  I swear, it's worth getting rich JUST so I can install a never ending water heater.  My showers last about 20 minutes right now.  My body hasn't even warmed up at this point.  I would need at least an hour.  Yep, bigger water heater.

It was funny up until the old comment.  I'm not old.  Eh.
         

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  1. Okay, seriously, I could once again have written this entry! You are much more educated on this disease than I am, and I am learning a lot from you! I HATE being cold. Always have! I despise winter (and i live in Ohio) for this reason! The only argument I ever have with my husband is over temperature. I keep my space heater on ALL YEAR LONG at work. I keep a heating blanket on my bed, under my fitted sheet, and have it turned on. The hubs won't let me get away with that all year, but at least in the fall and winter. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY even listens when I complain about the cold cause they know I'm always cold. In fact, if I find the temperature comfortable you can bet a year's salary that everyone else is sweating balls!

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    1. Hahahha, sweating balls. Yes, same here. My poor husband. With his diabetes, he's always incredibly hot. I'm incredibly cold. It's quite interesting. Ya know, seriously though, I'd rather be cold all the time than hot all the time. As incredibly bodacious as my fat, stretch marked, sagging body is, I don't think anyone would want me strippin' stuff off. Yes, I think it's better for all that I stay covered with a heating blanket, a goose down, and nine million rice packs.

      I only know so much about this dang disease 'cause I've researched it to death. It's amazing my single brain cell can retain what it has. I love to learn, and when it comes to something that impacts my life so greatly, I'll learn all I can. Knowledge is power, and it's always good to be armed. It's been good to have the answers when people ask all the time, "what is Fibromylgia? Doesn't that hurt?" :) It's also good to know all you can for the nay-sayers. Being ill informed and having a strong opinion about it, especially when it's something you know nothing about, makes ya a prejudiced bigot. It's quite satisfactory knowing the facts, setting the "experts" about our disease straight. Mmmmm, yes, quite satisfactory. :)

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