Right now I am supposed to be writing a section of an ebook
about Advocacy 2.0 that I am co-authoring with
DeafMom. But, instead I am
having a meltdown, literally.
The temperature is 29.5c or 85.1 on the F-scale, which may
not be overly hot for some, but I find it unbearable.
I am not sure whether it's a personal quirk or my athetoid
cerebral palsy, but I literally melt into a grease blob when the temperature
hits 30c. My limbs become limp, wet noodles and doing anything besides lying
motionless takes a concentrated effort. Typing this post requires what is left
of my zapped energy. My Glenda-ish becomes inaudible; Mom couldn't even
understand me on the phone a bit ago. And my ankles swell into solid tree
trunks.
The fan is blowing; actually, it is merely moving around the
hot air. I am resisting the temptation to suck back another can of cold pop.
Diabetes is all I need. The thought of stuff a bag of frozen peas down my bra
is definitely appealing! I did find some temporarily relief by sticking my head
under the tap.
On the bright side, this heat is a good reminder to myself
to always do my utmost best to be good so that I do go to heaven. There is no
way I'd survive the burning fires of hell for an eternity!
For now, please excuse me while I go pass out for a few
hours until the sun goes down.
Does the heat affect your disability? What do you do to
survive?
