Archive | November, 2005

Does Hashimotos Disease Make You Cold Too?

It is predicted that tonight’s weather will get down into the 20′s here in Northern California and we should cover plants and be prepared for freezing. Right now, the sun shines brightly, with a slight cold breeze.

My thyroid condition keeps my body temperature below normal, so I am always cooler than the rest in a room. This type of weather chills me to my cells and depresses me as the third pair of socks on my feet although create a thick layer of cushion, does not keep me warm.

Often, I am forced to take hot showers to bring my body temperature up so that I can feel the actual temperature in a room. I am often shocked at how warm I have the house, but my body temperature does not heat up to match it. This is one of the areas guys I have dated just don’t understand when I tell them I am cold. They look at me like it is typical for a woman to have this complaint, and shrug it off as if putting on a sweater or pulling on a blanket fixes it, when it rarely does.

I am puzzled by their lack of compassion and understanding that having a low body temperature and being cold isn’t pleasant, and can be exhausting. A fast running metabolism is warm and high energy, so what do they think is happening if I am cold? I have yet to meet a man that is kind and helpful when I say that I am cold. What is it with men when they hear a woman say that she is cold?

This is the main reason that I love warm places, especially the tropics. I love being warm all the time. My dream is to live someplace warm, near the ocean, where I can have my windows open and the smell of flowers fill the room. People often think California is warm. This part of Northern California is not warm. In fact, those of us that grew up here laugh at the people who buy air conditioners, as we have no more than maybe 13 “hot” days a year. We are foggy and windy a great portion of the time, and our summer doesn’t begin until late July and lasts to mid-October.

So, I have logs for a fire, and shortly will go out and cover my plants for tonight, but for this winter I have started to write the children story that has been rattling around in my head for so many years now. It will be my winter project to distract me from the cold. It also means from time to time I may not be writing as much here, depending on how well I can balance it all with work and Brian.

I will still occasionally need to get my ramblings out of my head so that I can get to my story plot, so I will come here and unload those thoughts, just like today when the cold was beginning to bug me. My nose and ears are ice cold right now.

I wonder if I was a dog in my past life.

Does Hashimotos disease make you cold too?

Until next time-

C

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Holidays Are Where Your Heart Is

I was once considered the queen of dinner parties and after my divorce I somehow managed to completely stop having them. This year we were invited to two other Thanksgiving parties and I was looking forward to drinking other peoples wine and eating wonderful food I didn’t have to clean up. But Brian insisted, “I want you to have Thanksgiving – please.”

I thought about it for about half a second and said, “Sure, why not.”

Dinner parties are work – jaysus.

It is amazing the things we do for the people we love, especially our children. They are a calculating bunch though. Once I said yes Brian hit me with his list of dinner guests, which besides his best friend, included my ex husband and my ex mother-in-law.

As mothers we learn to breathe deeply before we speak sometimes. I thought about all this kid has been through and all that he has accomplished and figured what-the-hell. I said yes, and invited my ex husband and his mom. I told my own mom that she had better come and bring lots of wine.

And because I am out of practice, I decided to do it up right with table decorations, silver and fine china. I cleaned our place until it sparkled, moved furniture around and prepared some of my old signature foods.

As I sat at the end of the table looking down where Brian sat between his dad and his best friend I could see that he was twisting in his skin with happiness. Everyone at the dinner party was there for Brian.

Today the dining table sits in the middle of the room, the decorations moved about, half melted candlesticks and used tea cups at one end. The kitchen has stacked plates and cups, used wine glasses and dirty linens, ready for me to finish cleaning and the china to be stored. They are the remnants of well-enjoyed dinner party.

Many of the divorced will tell you that we must live completely separate lives in order for our children to adjust. I am never one to do what everyone else says I should. In Brian’s case, he doesn’t ever remember his father and I together – he was two years old when we separated.

Do I enjoy hanging out with my x husband? No, I don’t frankly, but Brian loves his dad and growing up I was not forced to choose between my mother and my father and I don’t want Brian to feel like he has to choose between us. I think the cruelest thing we can do to a child is try and force them to love or not love another adult that we want or don’t want in our lives.

So I had a dinner party and made my son happy. How difficult was that? I enjoyed cooking for a large group and experimenting with some different flavors. The food was a success, the Turkey perfect and everyone laughed and had a great time. I proved to myself that I can still entertain and put a perfect three course meal on the table that doesn’t involve catchup and chicken nuggets.

Until next time-

C

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