Some like it hot.

Some...don't.
Actually, it's more a case of 'the heat hates me'.

The last few days have been pretty rough for me. It's been almost 90 degrees out every day. The outlook for the next week: more 90 degree weather. Thursday it might even be 95! Ugh.

A couple of days ago, Saturday, I did pretty well. I'd never been in heat this high since starting my medications so I decided to test the waters. I stocked up on salty snacks and tons of water. My boyfriend and I went swimming and I spent a couple of hours outside. I thought I was doing really well until I started to crash later.

On the way to my boyfriend's for dinner, I had a full out attack. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see straight (which was not a good thing while driving!), I was nauseous and my throat stopped working. I couldn't even tell my boyfriend what was wrong. I walked in, sat on his couch and cried because I'm so tired of feeling like this and having these problems. It was only a few hours and most of it was in the shade! The later the day got, the worse I felt. I became very achey and sore with a bad headache and nausea. All I could do was pound the water. It felt like how other people describe a hangover. (I wouldn't know because I've never had more than two drinks in a sitting before in my life, and I don't drink with my medication.)

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The next day, I was still feeling iffy, so I stayed inside almost the entire day. I decided to swim for literally 30 minutes, and I started to feel very sick again. A half hour! That was the end of my being outdoors time for the day. Thankfully it wasn't as bad for the rest of the day, but it was still bad.

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The last few days have been really muggy, which is almost worse. I can feel the heaviness in the air. My heart pounds, my headaches are awful and my arrhythmia trips more often. The pooling in my legs is so uncomfortable that I want to scream!

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The part that's really upsetting about all of it to me, is that I was asked to go on vacation with my boyfriend's family this year; and (for once) I was seriously debating going.
They're going to one of my favorite beach locations, and I very much would like to go to the beach. After everything, it would be so nice to go and relax.
But, I just don't think I can go.
If I'm unable to tolerate an hour outside here when it's 90 degrees out, there's no way I can tolerate 100+ degrees for the 8-10 hours a day they spend on the beach.
They are getting rooms with a/c, but to drive 14 hours (which is also very hard on my POTS) to sit in a hotel room 23 hours a day is a huge waste of time and money.
I want to go to the beach, not watch them be at the beach from the hotel.
Maybe next year.
sigh.