Heat Wave

I'm one of those people who gets incredibly cold anywhere. I used to walk around in the summer in Melbourne in tank tops, walk into a shopping mall and shiver as if it were winter, thereby instigating the need to purchase a sweater or a sweatshirt or something. I collected a whole bunch of these emergency sweaters over one summer and Packrat got extremely annoyed with the amount of money I was spending on sweaters I didn't really want. So he instituted a rule, regardless of how hot it was outside, I was to pack a sweater in my bag so that when we inadvertently entered air-conditioning which was the only way to seek respite in 40 degree summers, I wouldn't freeze to death and beg to buy a sweater.

Even in Singapore where it's hot all year round, I have problems with airconditioning. My nails turn blue and my palms turn purple. The few times that I've been under general anaesthesia, I've had purple hands which caused concern at the nurses station.

Now though, it's the other way around. I'm always antsy because it's too hot. Packrat, being the big person that he is emanates heat like a radiator and I feel quite bad when he puts his hand on my leg or anywhere on my being as a sign of affection and I shrug it off rudely because I'm too hot to have more heat added onto me.

My sister-in-law was trying to convince me that I should be like her when she was expecting and drink Milo four or five times a day. I could not wrap my head round that idea because the thought of downing hot drinks anytime other than 6 am in the morning makes me break out in heat rash! My other sister-in-law offered me some of her maternity clothes that were long sleeved and I refused to take them even though they had extremely posh labels on them and I'm hardly one to reject posh labels.

My solution, have the fan on ALL the time, drinks with lots of ice in them, sometimes, ice on its own, once ice blended Milo with ice cream which was divine but incredibly rich and something I can't do on a regular basis since I'm putting on an average of 3 kg every month. At night, it's the air conditioning, plus the fan and the covers rudely tossed off. Today, I toyed with the idea of buying those plastic iced lolly containers from Ikea so that I could make frozen iced lollies of Ribena or whatever suited my fancy.

Thankfully, the skies have darkened and there's ominous thunder which is music to my ears. It also smells like rain. It's not that weird to smell rain so it's not one of those weird mommy things although as a child I could tell that it was going to rain because the birds told me so! Now that's weird and perhaps a trait the offspring will inherit.

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