We're in the middle of a sweltering hot spell and though it isn't as bad as that summer of 1998 when we led the nation in heatwave deaths, it's pretty damn hot. Because the duct work into my room is completely fucked up, the heat doesn't reach me in the winter and the air, when rarely on, doesn't reach me in the summer. I have a small window unit, but I don't like to sleep with it on, because it gets really cold and I wake up with the fucking sniffles or I don't sleep because of the loud-ass drumbeat. So I run it for an hour before I go to sleep and then have my fan on full blast to hopefully recirculate the cold (to cool) air til Morning.
At about 3 this morning, after taking a melatonin pill (I haven't been sleeping well for a few weeks, so I'm trying it all out), I jolted awake drenched in sweat and dying of thirst. I felt fine otherwise. Last Thanksgiving, I got the flu and was hot and cold, you know, but this was nothing like that. I wasn't sick, just hot and THIRSTY. I stumbled to the bathroom and guzzled down five cups of water. It was crazy.
All I can think of is that I usually drink two Nalgene bottles a day at work and yesterday I didn't. But c'mon. That's extreme. What's going on? I keep saying that if I could understand my body's language, I'd be better off. Crazy!
