I am so excited to be heading to Colorado. I don't care how hot it is. The near total lack of humidity will make up for it. Movers start tomorrow! Last day in our intact home until we get settled in Colorado mid to late August.

Someone tell me taking a hot steamy shower would be a good thing for my sinuses.

(And my hair, which feels like it's taking on a life of its own. *bleah*)

Another plus to the hot steamy shower is that it will seem chilly when you step out!

It cooled down pretty rapidly last night. We hit the high 70s in the daytime hours, though.

Good luck with the move, Stephanie!

NYC is perfect today. High 70's, just enough cloud cover, and a lovely breeze. Please to be keeping this weather for the next two months?

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DavidS "Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam" Jun 28, 2009 10:27:49 am PDT

I am trying not to hate the people with weather in the 70s. I don't think we hit the 70 as a low.

I don't think we hit the 70 as a low.

Man, this weekend was brutal, and I think I actually had heat exhaustion Friday night. We were at a meeting at a friend's house, and his central air had quit working earlier in the day, and instead of cancelling the meeting, we went ahead with it. We had the meeting in the basement, with a big box fan blowing on high, but it was just recirculating hot air. (The thermostat in the house never got below 85.)

I was dizzy and headachey and nauseous, even though I kept drinking water.

I should have just said I needed to go home, but I *hate* to be the person that ruins the festivities when everyone else is just fine. (The Boy was in charge of the meeting, so I couldn't have just bowed out and let the meeting continue. If I left, then *he* left, and if he left, the meeting had to end, and everyone else was having a good time.)

When we came home, I drank tons of gatorade, and went to bed.

So then Saturday I lifted weights at the gym, and on all the machines I used a lower weight than I normally do. When I got home, I had muscle fatigue like I've never had before -- practically muscle *failure* in my quads. Like, weakness, as if they couldn't hold me up, not just soreness or tiredness.

Drank more gatorade, loafed around, still didn't feel great.

Today, all my muscles hurt in the way they do when I *increase* the weights, not *decrease* them.

Fucking weather. And I'm a dummy for not insisting we cut the meeting short on Friday. I'm really intolerant of the heat, partly b/c of one of the meds I take. I should know better and enforce my boundaries better.

It's just fucking hard when my boundaries impact a roomful of people, not just one other person. (Like, if it had just been The Boy and me, and we were somewhere with no a/c, I would have definitely said I needed to go. But making The Boy leave on Friday would have meant everyone had to leave, and everyone else was having a good time and seemed disinclined to leave despite the stifling temperature.)

In conclusion, gatorade.

Hope you feel better, Steph.

In situations like that, if you're feeling really bad and if the rest of the meeting isn't going to be ridiculously long, could you go wait in the car and run the air conditioner? I've seen my mom do that sometimes.