I guess it's been about 7 years now since I became a summer hibernator. That summer was really hot and humid, and I was between jobs for the first time in 19 years. I would rise early, hadn't lost the habit (still haven't!) and job hunt online for several hours, while I drank my morning coffee. Then I'd hit the pavement for an hour or so, maybe get some groceries or such, and be back home before noon. It was incumbent on me to save money, so I just pretty much hung around the house; it was miserable outside, so I couldn't enjoy my no cost activities like hiking or camping, just wasn't much to do but read, work with the computer, play guitar, watch movies, things like that. As the summer wore on, I began to truly dislike going out in the heat. And when I had to, I discovered that I wasn't tolerating it very well. I was really grateful as summer changed into fall and the heat and humidity abated.
Ensuing summers came and went, and each year I grew less and less tolerant of the heat, and more and more willing to spend the hottest parts of the season sequestered in my digs. It was like hibernating; only instead of venturing out only occasionally, on rare warm days, I only ventured out in the wee hours, the cool of the day. Now it's pretty much my routine, to be broken only as schoolwork starts up next week. And next summer, I should be able to get back to REALLY hibernating!
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I used to really hate the summer for the same reasons you do. I melted in the heat and disliked how it made me feel. After an hour outside in 95+ temps I felt like I had the flu or something.
ReplyDeleteThen I got older with high blood pressure for which the doctor gives me blood vessel dilators. As the vessels expand they expose more surface area and thus lose heat. Now I freeze to death in the house. Going outside in 95 degree temps feels pretty good for about an hour until you discover the expanded vessels also soak up heat fast too. So I get overheated even worse than before although it takes a little while.
I end up getting too hot, going in the house, then getting too cold. I go back and forth like a yoyo trying to stay comfortable.
It sucks getting old. Really sucks.