A new type of fatigue
Well, you won't be surprised to learn that, as usual, I have been over optimistic about the new turn of events in my life. It's Saturday morning and I am exhausted. I lasted exactly 5 hours at work yesterday, which is better than the previous 4, I grant you, but still, it's not the planned for 6, is it? And my throat is hurting from all that talking. Amazing, how hard it is to sit in one place and talk on the phone for hours on end. How do those people in call centres survive?
The weather has been very strange. It was scorching when I got back from the US, but now has settled in a cool-to-warm spring mode over the past two days. Not unpleasant, I must say, especially when the hot flushes hit.
Ah, that hot flush! The new kid on the block. I don't think I've talked about it yet.
It kind of snuck up on me slowly: first as a light, possible blush for no apparent reason, that eventually developed into full body heatwaves undulating from head to toe. My new mantra has become: is it hot in here, or is it me? Usually it's me.
Now, a while back I read about a Japanese study that found a correlation between having or not having hot flushes and breast cancer recurrence. Of course, at the time when I read this I haven't had any hot flushes yet, and I started to fret about what would happen to me and sighed with relief as the heatwaves arrived. Surely, the bigger, the better chance of having gotten rid of the monster!
In Washington, a few weeks ago, I visited my old doctor Dr. PP, the one who saved my sanity twenty years ago, the one who is not just a great diagnostician and human being, but also an oncologist and hematologist, and asked whether this study has been proven in clinical practice. His uncompromising reponse was: well, if it helps to believe, believe it.
What a downer! Ah well, I'll just have to look around for another reason not to chafe when the heatwave hits. Maybe I better go back to Alex the magician, who has kept my various hormone problems under wraps with his magical acupuncture needles for the past 7 years. Alex, here I come!
The weather has been very strange. It was scorching when I got back from the US, but now has settled in a cool-to-warm spring mode over the past two days. Not unpleasant, I must say, especially when the hot flushes hit.
Ah, that hot flush! The new kid on the block. I don't think I've talked about it yet.
It kind of snuck up on me slowly: first as a light, possible blush for no apparent reason, that eventually developed into full body heatwaves undulating from head to toe. My new mantra has become: is it hot in here, or is it me? Usually it's me.
Now, a while back I read about a Japanese study that found a correlation between having or not having hot flushes and breast cancer recurrence. Of course, at the time when I read this I haven't had any hot flushes yet, and I started to fret about what would happen to me and sighed with relief as the heatwaves arrived. Surely, the bigger, the better chance of having gotten rid of the monster!
In Washington, a few weeks ago, I visited my old doctor Dr. PP, the one who saved my sanity twenty years ago, the one who is not just a great diagnostician and human being, but also an oncologist and hematologist, and asked whether this study has been proven in clinical practice. His uncompromising reponse was: well, if it helps to believe, believe it.
What a downer! Ah well, I'll just have to look around for another reason not to chafe when the heatwave hits. Maybe I better go back to Alex the magician, who has kept my various hormone problems under wraps with his magical acupuncture needles for the past 7 years. Alex, here I come!
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