- Women's Health
It Can't Be A Hot Flash, I Must Be Dying!
“What’s the matter with you?” I said, ”I’m dying!” There was short silence, followed by long laughter from my co-worker. I didn't understand how anyone could laugh, and hysterically at that, at someone who was dying.
I was on the phone with a client when suddenly, I was engulfed by the hottest heat that I ever felt. I was a raging inferno! I tried desperately to figure out what was wrong with me. The heat seemed to radiate from my pinkie toe, and with lightning speed it engulfed my entire body, and burst through my head...and I just did my hair the night before! I thought of Fred Sanford saying, ”This is the BIG ONE...Elizabeth, I'm coming to join you honey!”
My speech was slurred, my heart was racing, my skin felt prickly. I tried desperately to maintain the phone conversation with my client. Somehow I managed to think that I should probably cancel my lunch order. I’m sweating profusely! “What tha’…?!” I asked myself. Sweat poured from my brow; my head and armpits were soaked. I wanted to take my clothes off. Although I was dying, I was able to rationalize that stripping may likely get me fired or locked up!
I finished the call with my client. I thought I should have someone let her know that I was dying. I dragged myself to the kitchen/rest area, where my co-worker asked me to describe my symptoms. I managed to tell her. It was difficult, after all, I was dying. She laughed and told me that I wasn't dying; I was having a hot-flash. I said, “A what?! It can’t be a hot flash, I must be dying!” Of course I didn't know what it felt like just before you die, in my mind THIS must be it! I thought of Fred Sanford again.
I called my doctor, and explained my symptoms. He told me to come into the office. I said, "I need a moment to pull myself together…I don’t think it’s a good idea to drive while you’re dying." I finally arrived at his office, and he asked that I again explain my symptoms. I tell him. I asked how long do I have to live. He said, “I regret to inform you Ms. Childs, that you have 50-60 more years!” ’”Hunh! You mean I’m not dying?!” “Not today!" he told me. "You’re as healthy as a horse!" He laughed and said, "But you did have a hot flash though!"
“HOT FLASH, that can’t be, I must be dying!!!” He said, “Have you ever heard of perimenopause? Well, that’s what you experienced.” I asked him why my speech was slurred. He said that it’s likely that it wasn't; that I was just frightened by what I experienced. I asked him for the medical term for hot flash, so I can use that term, so no one can figure it out. He told me that the medical term is…Hot Flash!
The intent of this article is to lend support to any woman, who has or may suffer the same, and like me think that they have reached the end. There does stand a chance that your experience is a hot-flash…you are not dying!