Ooof. It’s that time of year for me. It gets really humid out and I feel like I start to break down.
I don’t like the dizziness, but I can handle it. I know to keep my head fairly level and to use my nose spray. The spray usually does the trick, but it’s taking a little longer than normal to work this time around. A former doctor of mine told me I get these dizzy spells because my sinuses get full and throw everything off. I don’t know if that’s true, but it seemed likely. After all, the nose spray does work. But it still sucks. And it probably doesn’t help that I only got 4 hours of sleep last night. So we can bundle all of that up together and increase my anxiety. Because what better way to be in humidity than to have anxiety. Yay. Go me. (Excuse me as I roll my eyes now.)
I do much better in cooler weather. Actually, let’s just say drier weather. This humidity just gets to me. I feel like the air is too thick to breathe. My appetite wanes. (And I guess I really don’t consider that a problem, except for the fact that I’m trying this whole “recovery” thing again.) And I’m just uncomfortable all the time. It just doesn’t feel good. I used to live in Arizona, I know what heat is. I never had a problem with it. But this humidity just gets me every time.
Five years ago, I had my first extended period of digestive issues during a period of high heat and humidity. It’s kinda scary when you’re trying to eat and drink Gatorade, but you’re in the bathroom 10 minutes after you swallow. I felt so weak and depleted. But at least I lost weight then. I guess, between then and now, I’ve screwed up my metabolism so much because during this last extended period of digestive issues, I didn’t even lose a pound. And that’s so frustrating. If I’m going to feel/look miserable, then I might as well have something to show for it. But I don’t. And that’s frustrating.
I’m just so tired. I wish I could sleep for a week. Or at least until the humidity lifts.