The soles of my feet scream with seering pain. Nothing else feels like this. It wakes me every night. In the same moment, I feel it on my forearms: glasslike tingling from wrist to elbow, turning into sharp, radiant heat.
Then it surges from my lower back, around my ribs, and up my torso.
Before I know it, the bed is a furnace I must escape. I’m shedding sheets and blankets as fast as I can. I throw back the covers, go to the bathroom just to stand on the cold tiles and hope the bed will be have cooled sufficiently by the time I return.
Night sweats. Hot flashes. Power surges. They say men have a form of menopause as well. I’ll believe it when you tell me you burn in bed.
Life Lesson #5: Old age is not for sissies.