evenkeel goes through menopause

In general, I'm hot, and when I'm hot I sweat. And when I sweat, I get annoyed. Unless I'm playing hockey or doing something physically active, sweating is not a good thing. As a matter of fact, it's a bit of a pet peeve of mine. Now, you're probably wondering how someone like this could have possibly grown up in the South. Two words: Air Conditioning.

While winters in Chicago can get somewhat brutal, I always remind myself that it could be worse...I could be hot and sweaty. Actually, in the winter time I sometimes find myself getting sweaty and aggravated by having to run up stairs, or hustle somewhere while wearing three or six layers. Oh, the irony.

During our trip down to Atlanta for Rosh Hashanah, my internal thermostat was going haywire. No matter what the setting, I was hot. During the morning services, we took our seats with plenty of time before things got underway. While Mike, Carol, Overboard and I played, "How do we know that congregant," I furiously fanned myself with the program guide. Mike looked at me incredulously, and I simply stared at him and said, in my best Scarlett O'Hara, "Lawdy, I think I have the vay-pors."

Even after coming home, I've been dealing with being hot when those around me are comfortable. At the office, I often turn on the portable fan by my desk, while the guy who sits across from me puts on his sweatshirt. I can't explain it, but my best theory is that I'm either spending way too much time in refrigerated ice rinks, or I'm going through menopause. I'm sure there's a pill for it, but I hate to think of what the side effects may be...