It's time for a little medical research:
A hot flash -- sometimes called a hot flush -- is a momentary sensation of heat that may be accompanied by a red, flushed face and sweating. The cause of hot flashes is not known, but may be related to changes in circulation.
Hot flashes occur when the blood vessels near the skin's surface dilate to cool. This produces the red, flushed look to the face. A woman may also perspire to cool down the body. In addition, some women experience a rapid heart rate or chills.
Hot flashes accompanied with sweating can also occur at night. These are called night sweats and may interfere with sleep.
A hot flush is a hot flash plus a visual appearance of redness in the face and neck.
Here it is in chart form:
Here is how I have felt more and more often every flipping day of the last 2 months:
Truly will someone explain to me how this works?
Or better yet, How Is This Fair?
I carried and birthed the kids (3 times, no drugs) and fed them, you know from my body (for about a year each. For the Record).
I endure the continuing pressure to "look good at 40 and now almost 50" by exercising, eating light, using creams and potions on my face and body.
I had the periods for that matter from the time I was 15 years old. The monthly purge of my womanly essence or whatever the f$#@ you want to call it that made me alternatively an utter bitch, hyper, ravenously hungry, horny, and then doubled over in pain.
I still have the period. And all the ensuing fun that entails.
And now, it seems I have the hot flashes too.
After experimenting with a little "More orgasms mean less hot flashes" experiment that showed promise for about 3 days, they are back with a vengeance. The hot flashes. Not the orgasms.
Before I only got them during the day. All I'd have to do is say "hot.hot.hot" and wave my arms around and the household would scatter like birds in a thunderstorm. Now I lie in bed at night and would swear that you can see me in the damn dark thanks to the glow of my peri-menepausal skin.
I don't want to take hormones or deal with any of that. But now, I guess, because I am the Superior Gender and am equipped to handle such perverse betrayal by my own body, I must.
Ah Female---thy name is "do not stand between me and that open refrigerator door if you know what is good for you."
Sighing, and fanning.