The morning started of cool and collected. I lounged around in bed after the Huz went down to lower elevation to play some tennis wondering if I was going to be able to go back to sleep. I called a few girlfriends to catch up on their lives and by the time I put the phone back into the receiver, the bedroom got warm…very warm.
By now I know the signs of a hot flash so it was no surprise when the heat started radiating from my core. It spread to all parts of my limbs and finally settled in my head for what I thought would only be a few minutes…an hour max.
I was wrong.
I got up and out of the bedroom around 10:30 intending to do a major house cleaning. But before I started I had to open all the doors and windows and let the breezes flow through the house…and through me. I knew it was one of those heated moments my body goes through these days and assumed that it would be long gone before I started my chores.
However, it lasted through the vacuuming of the entire house. It lasted through four loads of laundry. It lasted through two bathroom cleanings, two bed changings, nine window washings and almost 45 minutes of cobweb removal. It even lasted through the making of my homemade granola.
As a matter of fact, it lasted all the way through my 4:30 yoga class which didn’t end until almost 6:00 o’clock. Finally, after the shower, it was gone.
A seven and a half hour hot flash.
That has to be a new record.