no sweat

In filling out the mountain of paperwork for the BI-BATH autonomic function center, I thought “gosh, I should pay attention to the sweating” since there were lots of questions about it.  I know I am now consistently waking up drenched in sweat at night.  Change the clothes and put down a towel over the soaked sheet drenched.  But what about outside of that?  I have a vague sense that perhaps I now no longer sweat as much as I used to.  Tough to know though.  I avoid the heat as a general rule, and when I can’t, I usually have other things on my mind like “uuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh, need more blood in brain!” But mother nature has decided to help me out by giving us a heat wave on my vacation.  It’s 95 degrees here in the suburbs of Big Northeastern City and it’s been in the 90s for days, with more to come.  I know, it’s hotter elsewhere in the US even.  But keep in mind that I live in the northeast – in a place where houses and buildings are not designed with sustained high temperatures in mind.  So I got a warm New England house right now.  Because I will pass out from too much heat, we do have an air conditioner in the kitchen.  Carbon footprint be damned!  Seriously though, I do not have a TV in every room, my husband and I carpool to work and I hardly ever drive anywhere now on the weekends, we’re good about other things like not running the washer or dryer unless we have an actual full load of laundry, and we have no kids.  So I figure we’ve got a little carbon credit to spare for HVAC.

However, the kitchen AC is not powerful.  It’s small and older.  We should upgrade but having just bought our massive, mahogany pulping-capable blender, we’re not up for another big ticket item.  Even with the AC on, when it’s 95 degrees outside, and the kitchen catches a full day of direct sunlight (again, New England construction), and you’re running the stove and the range then it’s probably still over 90 in there.  At one point, I look over at my husand and he’s shining with sweat.  Hm.  I feel my forehead.  Dry.  Neck?  Dry.  Back? Dry.  Holy crap.  Underarms?  Backs of knees?  Maybe slightly tacky.  I look at my husband again – who, it should be said, has amazing temperature regulation – and see a bead of sweat rolling down his leg, droplets standing out on his forehead.  “Um, sweetie?  Do I feel dry or sweaty to you?” I ask, because I like to get independent confirmation.  This is not insecurity, it is an awareness than one observation or repeated observations from one observer is not usually a sufficient basis for general conclusions.  He checks, but his hand is damp.  Wipes hands off… Verdict is?  Very very dry.  Creepliy dry.  I guess I have my answer.

 

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  1. That is very odd as you have the horrid humidity. I’d be sweating like a pig like your husband. In all honesty, I’ve never heard of that except out here due to the low humidity (like 3% humidity when it was 120 F). No one really sweats here–well, you do but it just evaporates. Fortunately, the freaking monsoon has rolled in nice and early and I’m steaming mad (and would sweat if outdoors). This would be consistent with an ANS problem, however. I’m proud to say that thanks to my father (via evil grandmother), we are all heavy sweaters and I’ve talked to many derms about it FOR YEARS and all ANS related. That’s where my genetics get weird due to all their ANS issues (v. mother). Boy, I’d like to swap w/you right now. I’m waiting for a money tree to grow for some new surgery available in NYC that works w/o the bad side-effects of cutting the nerves. The Pitting Out family–so great. Well, I guess the family that sweats together doesn’t stay together.

    Also, the SW is ruining the planet with our water consumption issues and it’s all forced-air out here w/crappy insulation and with colder winters and oven-hot summers, you never turn it off. I have a wall unit in the motel which is probably worse, but at least no filthy ducts. Well, at least I only have 36k miles on my 7-yr-old car. So, turn the air on the best you can and stay out of the kitchen!

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    • The (lack of) sweating took me by surprise too. I had always been a sweater. Lol. Can’t encounter that and not remember a friend from grad school who was like “I’m a big sweater!” and I kept hearing it as like a cardigan and was like “what?!” Took us several go rounds for me to realize she meant “one who sweats (a lot)”. We had a good long laugh about this.

      A good friend of mine live in Vegas for years and said similar things, oh she and her husband could go on a rampage about golf courses and the water features at the casinos (“the bellagio is ruining the desert!”) She said when she first moved out there in the early 90s, it was hot but dry dry dry. By the time she left in 97, it was increasingly sticky. 😦

      So hypo or hyperhidrosis, nothing in between for us sickies I guess.

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      • Yeah, the big sweater is the other 1/2 of the joke. I think I’ve confused people before, too!

        People in every desert city say that the golf courses, etc. are creating more humidity. My mom’s area has the driest winters and all golf courses and grassy lawns (natural springs underground so no water issues). I don’t buy it, although the desert was drier 10 yrs ago. The weather is weird all over the world in my view. Well, I’ll just be packing my camel and moving to the Sahara soon.

      • 🙂
        Imagining a gorgeous purple and gold tent in the desert for you, with palm trees and lots of pillows.

      • Yes, like Gaddafi’s. That was always my dream (but with a good bed). 🙂

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