Hot Flashes. They conjure up all kinds of thoughts from ‘what’s the big deal’ to you’re dripping in sweat as you stand there just talking to someone (in the shade!). I am that sweaty person. Well, that’s where I find my self once again after this surgery.
BLAU, BLAU, BLAU. That’s what I used to think when someone talked about hot flashes before I launched into them myself about 5 years ago. And it wasn’t pretty. I remember my first one occurred at a job in the back room. All of a sudden I found myself covered in a shiny coating everywhere. The backs of my hands, my legs, my scalp, everything was hot and damp. All I could think was at least I’m here by myself and on one can see me. I was totally mystified until I realized I was now at ‘that age’.
Time out: Another one is coming, have to disrobe! I’m back now…
I was, perhaps naively, hoping the hot flashes would go away with this surgery, but NOOOoooo. They are as bad as they were before when the nurse in my OBGYN’s office told me I was one of the worst cases they had ever seen. And that was 4 years ago. I discovered had a supercharged engine that would overheat me, dehydrate me and really put to use my over abundance of sweat glands. I was always wearing a slight shimmer in the summer months, but this was uncomfortably ridiculous.
Fortunately, the hot flashes were less intense after they put me on a low dose hormone, but I had weaned myself off them late last year and they were about half as bad, but bearable.
This past week of recovery seems to have brought them back to their full hot, soaking wet ‘glory’. Why are they worse now after surgery when I have no more girl parts? I obviously, don’t have all the links regarding this female system of misery, but it is a question I will ask then I see the doctor for my post op this week.
