My cock-a-doodle is showing…

Rooster_Weather_VaneWhoever says that people with any kind of rheumatism, old injury/surgery/head-first-into-a-wall-event can’t “feel” the weather is so full of crap their eyes are brown.

I live in Ottawa. This is important to note as, in the past 24 hours, we’ve dropped over 20 degrees in temperature. In. One. Day.

Thus, we’ve gone from “I’m achy-cold, I think I’ll make a tea” to “Hell froze over and took the Milky Way with it-cold”. It’s a fricken’ -24Celcius with the windchill. That’s -11.2F.

If there’s a positive to be found, it would be that my ass froze so quickly at the bus stop this morning while waiting for the school bus that 1) it felt like I lost 15 pounds; and 2) I didn’t feel any pain. At all. ANYwhere.

So, not only does the cold affect my aching carcass, I’ve discovered that it also, in fact, affects my brain…and in direct proportion to the degree of temperature change. Meaning: Today I had no brain. (or, it #%$% froze!)

I had errands to run this morning in order to procure the most awesome of gifts for my soon-to-be six year old twins (o.O).

*again, please note that it was minus eleventy-billion degrees outside

I have reindeer antlers sticking out of the rear windows of my car. They’re cute. I know it’s not the holiday season anymore, but, frankly, when one doesn’t have a brain, it helps you locate the car in a pinch. *shifty eyes* Thus, I leave them on. Okay, well, I forget to take them off…thus, by correlation, I actually purposely leave them on. Something like that.

Once in the car, I may or may not have neglected to fully peruse my surroundings when, in the throes of trying to warm my thickened blood in a minus eleventy-billion degree motorized vehicle…I pump up the Madonna and start bopping around like a leprechaun at a pot of gold. Apparently to the delight of the two cars on either side of me. Nothin’ says, “Awkward”…like pretending to not see the person staring at you to your left, by turning to the right and find someone else staring at you………………………..

So. How do you cope with weather changes? Make tea? Wrap yourself in a blanket? Time yourself to see how long it takes to walk up the three front steps because the synovial fluid in your knees went from jelly donut to hockey puck?

Do you find yourself affected by people trying to disprove you when you say the weather plays havoc on your innards? Or, do you think you just remember, and thus associate, your pain with odd-weather events?

I find myself very much aware of barometric changes. I don’t actually know which way is what: Low, High…I’m not an actual meteorologist ..but I am, of course, a weathervane of my own kind.

Then again, I’m also bat-shit crazy. My mother did have me tested. 😉

You?

One response to “My cock-a-doodle is showing…

  1. Pressure changes to quickly I feel like crap. Hot weather is better than cold but as long as the weather doesn’t change it’s not as bad. I feel worse before the storm hits than when it’s actually there. The bigger the storm the worse disturbance in the force…lol

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