The term Hot Flash just doesn't cut it. Not when describing this beast, not even close. If I have to call it something I think I'll go with HELLFIRE! Hellfire that starts in some mysterious internal place that you can't quite put your finger on. Even if you could put your finger on it, by the time you feel it coming, it's too late to do anything about it. All you can do is start to strip (and not in a good way) and hang on, cause it's coming weather you're in a business meeting or the grocery store. Like any other nasty force of nature designed to bring you to your knees, when that switch has been flipped inside of you, it's all over but the frying!
A typical winter night snuggled beneath a warm blankie or sitting by a crackling fire becomes a torturous battle that can fuck up such romantic notions quicker than you can say JUST KILL ME NOW, and trust me.... you'll want that. A typical winter night for me is all about turning the heater down to around 49 or 50 and getting under the covers equipped with ceiling fan remote, TV remote, cell phone, reading glasses and bottled water, all within arms reach. Yes, armed and ready, but not necessarily for sleep.
Some would suggest that hormones are the answer. Okay, YOU try researching and filtering through medical journals and thousands of articles that are written on the topic every year and see if you can come up with the straight answer about hormone therapy. Either way, It's my belief that the thermostat that used to manage my body temps went haywire years ago and it's not coming back any time soon. Any questions?