The past three days I have been having hot flashes like nobody's business. I am just sitting here, working, quietly "occupied" with my own "onions" (as the French would say) and out of nowhere, I'm suddenly schvitzing like frigging Niagra Falls. WTF? Is this one of those "be careful what you wish for" moments?
And of course, while wiping the sweat out of my eyes and sticking my head in the freezer, I thought of one of my favorite Sex and the City moments.
My own miserable hot flashes are fortunately just normal aging, not a side effect of chemo, but still... ya gotta love Samantha. She might have lost her hair and her makeup might be "running down her couture", but she's still got her balls.
