Presume anyone with MS who lives in a hot climate has to bathe in air-conditioned surroundings to survive. Ironically, that adds to the atmosphere’s heat, but let’s not get bogged (also disappearing) down in present-day physical geography!
Even living in London, I’ve had to accept that there will increasingly be days that knock me out.
Actually, I survived that day. It was the next day when all the surrounding ground and house had soaked up all that radiation and dumped it into my wilting body. It was a tad unfair to be treating a vegan like a summer turkey on a slow roast!
I sat in a huddle with fans turned up to 11 to little effect. I should have taken the advice of the equally annual newspaper column that recommends freezing large bottles of water and sticking them in front of the fans. It’s bound to happen again this summer. Note to self: This time, be ready.
Make sure there are a couple of 2-liter lemonade bottles (just drink some first so that there is no bursting) and a bottle of Pimm’s handy. With the correct timing I could have a lovely summer cocktail! There may be no Wimbledon but we must struggle on regardless. After all, I am British!
Thinking about it, there must be a surfeit of cheap strawberries on the market. That is, if the British are willing to pick ’em!
For all you non-U.K. readers, a “sickie” is something you make up to get off work and go have a good time. A hot summer’s day is a prime example. Though obviously not for someone with MS.
My idea of a good time would be to hang out in a butcher’s fridge. Now that I’m a vegan I’ve rather been hung by my own petard (which is a bomb, by the way). Anyway, if the butcher found out he’d tell me to sling my (butcher’s) hook!