It’s a beautifully sunny Monday afternoon. I have 2 hours to myself, as I’ve just dropped the husband off for an appointment and need to hang around for a while to wait for him. I’m in Farnham, a quaint little Hampshire town with pavement cafes, green spaces and plenty to do on a sunny day. In fact a brief wheel into town has revealed said pavement cafes, green spaces etc to be thronged with local inhabitants enjoying a glass of something cold, a chat with a friend and the warmth of the sun on their backs. So why, other than the half price icy drinks am I sat in Starbucks? I have a bit of a confession to make…
I’m not a big fan of the summer
I know I know, that’s like saying you’re not a big fan of democracy, or fluffy chicks, or feminism (if we are already disagreeing on that comparison, you are on the wrong blog baby – especially when it comes to the fluffy chicks!) I know that in England literally all small talk revolves around the weather. Rain is bad, sun is good, and we hope that those clouds will clear soon. It’s about the only thing we can agree on, so it pains me to go against the grain, but hear me out.
The sun itself, I love…Ideally from behind the window of an air conditioned room which contains my laptop, a strong WiFi signal and easy access to tasty beverages. This is why I find myself so at home in Starbucks today, happily chatting away via the blogosphere. It’s the heat I just can’t tolerate. I have Irish colouring, pasty and freckly and incapable of tanning. I could burn in a mere 30 mins outside with the temperature just creeping into double digits unless I have bought my vat of prerequisite industrial strength sun block with me, and I have factor 40 in my skincare as a matter of course. I don’t mind this though. For me, the best tans come from a bottle, and I have spent holidays in Spain conscientiously applying fake tan in the bathroom every evening, before I convinced the husband that holidays in the sun are simply wasted on me.
My main issue is . Yes it is a medical thing. This is me after all, and it does sounds very official and medical. Tell your boss you were suffering from ‘Mondayomnia’ and I’m sure they’d give you the day off! dysautonomia is a term for various conditions in which the autonomic nervous system (ANS) does not work correctly. The ANS controls the ‘automatic’ functions of the body that we do not consciously think about such as heart rate, blood pressure, digestion, kidney function and temperature control. Mine results from a condition called POTS (Post Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome) which is a common complication of EDS (Ehlers Danlos Syndrome). See, this is why I don’t talk about my medical issues in minute medical detail. I’ve probably cured your INSomnia by now.
So now (if you’re good at sleep reading) you’ll be asking, now Vicky, why didn’t you just say that you’re not to keen on the heat because of all these long wordy things that mean you can’t regulate your own temperature? Because dear friend…I always use 100 words when ten will do, and I love talking to you all. This medical condition is called ‘being a blogger’.
Enjoy your day friends!