I Hate Being Cold All the Time

One of the side effects of the stroke is that it’s apparently destroyed my body’s ability to regulate temperature. I used to be something of a polar bear. Cold never bothered me. Now I get so cold so easily that if I’m sucking on an ice cube, I start getting the shivers.

Yesterday my inability to handle cold meant I couldn’t go to a parade that Kathleen and Caroline were marching in as part of Caroline’s girl scout troop. I drove them over to it and just the act of getting into and out of the car in the 30-ish degree weather was enough to reduce me to chills. So the prospect of standing outside for the duration of a parade simply wasn’t possible.

I hate my body.

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