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I happen to love it here. And I laugh at people who wear huge winter jackets complete with hats, gloves, and scarves, in 50 degree weather. Because I'm from up north and I'd love to see these people live in the snow.
The problem is that I'm cold blooded. I keep my AC set to 80 in the summer because I get cold really easily. I would rather sweat my ass of from the heat than be shivering, even wearing twelve layers of clothing sometimes I can't get warm enough. I moved here partially because I can't handle the cold that well. So when it goes from nice to fucking freezing seemingly without warning, it really bothers me.
And the funny thing is, I'm usually colder indoors than outdoors. People like to put their AC way too fucking low for any sort of comfort. I'm sorry, at no time does your AC need to be set below 70. Ever.
I happen to love it here. And I laugh at people who wear huge winter jackets complete with hats, gloves, and scarves, in 50 degree weather. Because I'm from up north and I'd love to see these people live in the snow.
The problem is that I'm cold blooded. I keep my AC set to 80 in the summer because I get cold really easily. I would rather sweat my ass of from the heat than be shivering, even wearing twelve layers of clothing sometimes I can't get warm enough. I moved here partially because I can't handle the cold that well. So when it goes from nice to fucking freezing seemingly without warning, it really bothers me.
And the funny thing is, I'm usually colder indoors than outdoors. People like to put their AC way too fucking low for any sort of comfort. I'm sorry, at no time does your AC need to be set below 70. Ever.
Which brings us full circle back to boob underboob sweat.
Any opinions expressed are my own, and potentially unpopular with others. Should this be upsetting, maybe, read it again, insert smiley faces, rainbows, and glitter as needed.
I happen to love it here. And I laugh at people who wear huge winter jackets complete with hats, gloves, and scarves, in 50 degree weather. Because I'm from up north and I'd love to see these people live in the snow.
The problem is that I'm cold blooded. I keep my AC set to 80 in the summer because I get cold really easily. I would rather sweat my ass of from the heat than be shivering, even wearing twelve layers of clothing sometimes I can't get warm enough. I moved here partially because I can't handle the cold that well. So when it goes from nice to fucking freezing seemingly without warning, it really bothers me.
And the funny thing is, I'm usually colder indoors than outdoors. People like to put their AC way too fucking low for any sort of comfort. I'm sorry, at no time does your AC need to be set below 70. Ever.
I'm wired pretty much the opposite way. I am completely content to put on more layers of clothing to get warm, but overheating is THE WORST POSSIBLE THING. When I'm warm, I am absolutely miserable.
On Friday I had a sudden onset of nausea accompanied by chest pain and a pounding heartbeat. On Saturday I still had a sensation of pressure in my chest which escalated to pain whenever I exerted myself, and that reminded me of my dad saying he was about my age when he had his first heart attack. Every death on my dad's side of the family in the last three generations has been from heart attack, and every death on my mom's side has been from stroke, so I'm pretty concerned about vascular disease. I don't trust my self-diagnosis, though, so I decide to take it easy and stay off my feet for a couple days until I can call my family practitioner and have him check me out. So Monday rolls around, I call up my doctor and tell them I've been having chest pains for three days and they more or less tell me "JESUS GO TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM." At this point I'm still nominally reserving judgement, but I'm pretty well convinced I've had a heart attack and I'm suffering from decreased blood flow to my heart which could be damaging its tissues. So I go, they do an EKG and take some blood to check cardiac enzyme levels and have me waiting around for a couple hours in a hospital gown while they run tests and deal with people who have real problems. They eventually get back to me and tell me everything's clear; whatever my problem is, it isn't a heart attack, so go home and walk it off.
Then last night I'm talking about it to my parents, who've just gotten back in town from a vacation. I tell them it wasn't a heart attack, and my dad says "oh, you probably have a hiatal hernia." This is a condition where the stomach slides partially out of the abdominal area and into the chest where your heart and lungs are. Symptoms include dull pain, shortness of breath, heart palpitations, pressure due to trapped food, and the esophagus passes right behind the heart, so all these sensations emanate from the same area. It's also hereditary and both my dad and his sister have it. So in other words, I not only inherited a high risk of heart disease, I also inherited another relatively harmless disease that has the characteristic of presenting just like a heart attack. I just got PRANKED by my genetics. And as a parting gift I get to deal with this relatively mild but nonetheless painful sensation in my chest for the rest of my life. F^#% biology.
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