Today was a beautiful day on the mountain--77 degrees. It doesn't get much better than that.
Today was also one of the rare days on which I am awake during daylight hours. I have reversed circadian rhythm and diagnosed idiopathic hypersomnolence--a condition that researchers now attribute to brain dysfunction. Heat intolerance, too, is a symptom of many neurological conditions.
The sun wasn't out, but the air was was soft, with a freshening breeze. With several hours of daylight left, I turned to my favorite hobby--one that is difficult to practice regularly because of the aforesaid reversed sleep pattern. It's difficult to garden in the dark.
So, to the garden I went, a bit distraught that weeds can proliferate so quickly between my visits to its beds. But there's perhaps no better stress reducer for me than getting my hands into the dirt and yanking out weeds. Because we have had a lot of rain this summer, the mugwort, foxtail grass, and sorrel came up easily. I actually like all of those plants--mugwort for its herbal properties, as I'm a wanna-be herbalist, foxtail for its beauty in fresh and dried flower arrangements, and sorrel for its culinary uses.
But this garden runs along the beautiful stone wall in front of my property, and I must have some awareness of curb appeal as it affects my neighbors and their property values. That being said, I've allowed the milkweed to take off after volunteering--but it grows to some six feet high and looks kind of weedy after the flowers have bloomed. I've held it to the back of the border this year and will continue to let it grow here as a monarch butterfly nursery--or hatchery, rather.
But to get off my gardening tangent, the point of all this is that I pulled out the weeds--and, truly, there wasn't such a huge number of them--and before long I was feeling faint and sweat was pouring from my scalp, face, and the rest of my body. I wasn't able to spend nearly the time I'd hoped to in the front garden; before I could even remove the detritus from the wall, I had to retreat to the front porch where I rather collapsed on the glider. And, I repeat!, today was 77 degrees, with no sun, absolutely perfect gardening weather. I should have been able to spend hours out there. I don't think I reached an hour--more like 45 minutes--before I had to throw in the towel--er, trowel.
After a couple of hours of relaxing on the porch, the yard called out to me again. Well, actually, the porch railing called out to me. I picked up the clippers and began chopping the new growth of wisteria that winds around the porch railing, saving it to twist and bend it into a wreath. In all I might have clipped eight thin tendrils. I then noticed that the space between the porch and the rhododendron had filled in with new growth, too--and the electric meter lies back there--so I need to keep it clear (though I rarely do, to be honest. Just another of those chores I rarely have the energy for; the list is endless.)
At that point, I was pushing myself. I used the clippers to cut away some of the ornamental grass--admittedly not the best tool, but I was feeling weak and faint and sweat was pouring from my pores, so I managed with what I had. I pulled up about ten stalks of jewelweed, and no plant pulls out of the earth more easily than that. I clipped about five or six branches of the rhododendron.
And once again, I felt as if I were going to faint. I was soaking wet from head to toe.
Neither of these ventures into the yard should have winded me in the least. They wouldn't have winded anyone I know who is my age or even older. Especially, need I say again, because of the beautiful weather today.
I haven't felt well since, and now it's 1 in the morning and my head is killing me. I've landed exactly where I spend most of my awake time--flat on the couch.
Honestly, it's summer in general. Not just this day, but the cumulative effect of the hot weather on my body, which just can't take it.
So is this because of my as-yet-undiagnosed neurodegenerative disease? Or is it somehow connected to the Hepatitis C? Who the hell knows. My doctors don't care that much about figuring it out. I was released to yearly checkups by my cardiologist; he doesn't think there's much wrong with my heart despite a history of severe-to-malignant, medication-resistant hypertension with hyperaldosteronism and a series of abnormal cardiac tests (AND being told in 2008, upon admittance to intensive care from the emergency department and being told by the staff cardiologist that I'd probably had one or two heart attacks and was in heart failure--but that's a long story for another day).
I realize this episode is totally self-centered. I haven't reached out to my viewers (all one of you, ha) at all--very bad form. But I'm chronicling my health here because I'd rather bitch and complain to a computer than to my friends and family. They know when I'm not feeling well, but I don't want to bore them with every detail. So you, dear computer, are my confidant, and I thank you.
That being said, here are other resources on heat intolerance for viewers who would like to read further on this condition:
Today was also one of the rare days on which I am awake during daylight hours. I have reversed circadian rhythm and diagnosed idiopathic hypersomnolence--a condition that researchers now attribute to brain dysfunction. Heat intolerance, too, is a symptom of many neurological conditions.
The sun wasn't out, but the air was was soft, with a freshening breeze. With several hours of daylight left, I turned to my favorite hobby--one that is difficult to practice regularly because of the aforesaid reversed sleep pattern. It's difficult to garden in the dark.
So, to the garden I went, a bit distraught that weeds can proliferate so quickly between my visits to its beds. But there's perhaps no better stress reducer for me than getting my hands into the dirt and yanking out weeds. Because we have had a lot of rain this summer, the mugwort, foxtail grass, and sorrel came up easily. I actually like all of those plants--mugwort for its herbal properties, as I'm a wanna-be herbalist, foxtail for its beauty in fresh and dried flower arrangements, and sorrel for its culinary uses.
But this garden runs along the beautiful stone wall in front of my property, and I must have some awareness of curb appeal as it affects my neighbors and their property values. That being said, I've allowed the milkweed to take off after volunteering--but it grows to some six feet high and looks kind of weedy after the flowers have bloomed. I've held it to the back of the border this year and will continue to let it grow here as a monarch butterfly nursery--or hatchery, rather.
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| Here's the front corner of my wall, which I love. This everlasting sweet pea is no longer there, but I do have some farther down the wall. This corner now has hostas and ferns. |
After a couple of hours of relaxing on the porch, the yard called out to me again. Well, actually, the porch railing called out to me. I picked up the clippers and began chopping the new growth of wisteria that winds around the porch railing, saving it to twist and bend it into a wreath. In all I might have clipped eight thin tendrils. I then noticed that the space between the porch and the rhododendron had filled in with new growth, too--and the electric meter lies back there--so I need to keep it clear (though I rarely do, to be honest. Just another of those chores I rarely have the energy for; the list is endless.)
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| The front of the "cottage"--and the ornamental grass I had to clear away (though just a little of it). The rhododendron is right behind it. |
And once again, I felt as if I were going to faint. I was soaking wet from head to toe.
Neither of these ventures into the yard should have winded me in the least. They wouldn't have winded anyone I know who is my age or even older. Especially, need I say again, because of the beautiful weather today.
I haven't felt well since, and now it's 1 in the morning and my head is killing me. I've landed exactly where I spend most of my awake time--flat on the couch.
Honestly, it's summer in general. Not just this day, but the cumulative effect of the hot weather on my body, which just can't take it.
So is this because of my as-yet-undiagnosed neurodegenerative disease? Or is it somehow connected to the Hepatitis C? Who the hell knows. My doctors don't care that much about figuring it out. I was released to yearly checkups by my cardiologist; he doesn't think there's much wrong with my heart despite a history of severe-to-malignant, medication-resistant hypertension with hyperaldosteronism and a series of abnormal cardiac tests (AND being told in 2008, upon admittance to intensive care from the emergency department and being told by the staff cardiologist that I'd probably had one or two heart attacks and was in heart failure--but that's a long story for another day).
I realize this episode is totally self-centered. I haven't reached out to my viewers (all one of you, ha) at all--very bad form. But I'm chronicling my health here because I'd rather bitch and complain to a computer than to my friends and family. They know when I'm not feeling well, but I don't want to bore them with every detail. So you, dear computer, are my confidant, and I thank you.
That being said, here are other resources on heat intolerance for viewers who would like to read further on this condition:
- Heat Sensitivity and Hot Temperatures. Brain & Spine Foundation. http://www.brainandspine.org.uk/heat-sensitivity-and-hot-temperatures
- "Sucking the Fun Out of Summer." The author has heat intolerance due to Chiari Malformation and POTS (I believe I have the latter, which is associated with autonomic dysfunction): http://www.brainandspine.org.uk/sucking-the-fun-out-summer-my-experience-with-heat-intolerance
