I'm focusing on this serious, delicate, personal matter today because I am in San Diego and am currently freezing, even though I'm wearing sweats while sitting infront of a blasting space heater. There are waves, but I'm a prisoner of my sickness, so I can't paddle out until the sun is capable of giving me melanoma. I know there are others out there just like me. People who pack for tropical vacations by making sure half of their wardrobe is suitable for a freak cold snap which could very well happen. People who assume that maybe they dislike the cold because it reminds them of living in a cold, boring state; therefore, they associate cold with grossnosity in general, never suspecting that they are cryophobic. People who have lived in FL for over a decade and still make sure they have towels in the car (blankets would be a dead giveaway that they are covering up their frigid albatross), just in case they break down in a snowstorm.
This picture is so symbolic of my disease. (There is no known cure at this time.) At first you laugh, and think it's kind of ridiculous. And then a closer look reveals that this adorable thing is suffering! Please keep me in your thoughts as I deal with this diagnosis which pretty much blind-sided me. I feel better just knowing that I am not alone in my long fight to get my life and core body temp back.
(photo from jiveturkey wordpress)