Karina vs. Winter: the Battle Continues
So we all know that winter and I do not get along well. One of the reasons is that during the winter, I am never warm.
Okay, so I exaggerate. I'm warm when I first wake in the morning, beneath my sheet and heavy down comforter with a thick blanket on top, or when I am in the bath or taking a shower, or when I've been drinking. The rest of the time, no matter what I do, I am cold to one degree or another. (Good thing I live in Toronto, eh?) My mother is the exact same way.
Well, during a conversation a few weeks back, she happened to mention that this was caused by a syndrome that she had. "What?!" I said, rudely interrupting. "I thought we just had shitty circulation!" We do. It just turns out that shitty circulation has a fancy, official name. Now I can feel all special and things.
Actually, what I'd hoped was that I could research the fancy, official syndrome and discover some useful way of managing the technicolor/swollen/unable-to-bend hands, other than "don't get cold or upset". In short ... no. (Though it does explain why I'd feel like I was dying of hypothermia before exams, even those during hot days in June.)
But all that reading made me realize that I really do need to take better care of my poor purple hands, especially as I cannot wear mittens all the time (I have tried) as I must type, and so (being a clever and vaguely crafty sort) I decided to make myself some typing ... hand covering ... things.
Note: my hand does not look corpse-like in this photo. Progress!
Also present in this shot: a miracle in pill form, Vitamin D! And a random fork.
Okay, so I exaggerate. I'm warm when I first wake in the morning, beneath my sheet and heavy down comforter with a thick blanket on top, or when I am in the bath or taking a shower, or when I've been drinking. The rest of the time, no matter what I do, I am cold to one degree or another. (Good thing I live in Toronto, eh?) My mother is the exact same way.
Well, during a conversation a few weeks back, she happened to mention that this was caused by a syndrome that she had. "What?!" I said, rudely interrupting. "I thought we just had shitty circulation!" We do. It just turns out that shitty circulation has a fancy, official name. Now I can feel all special and things.
Actually, what I'd hoped was that I could research the fancy, official syndrome and discover some useful way of managing the technicolor/swollen/unable-to-bend hands, other than "don't get cold or upset". In short ... no. (Though it does explain why I'd feel like I was dying of hypothermia before exams, even those during hot days in June.)
But all that reading made me realize that I really do need to take better care of my poor purple hands, especially as I cannot wear mittens all the time (I have tried) as I must type, and so (being a clever and vaguely crafty sort) I decided to make myself some typing ... hand covering ... things.
Note: my hand does not look corpse-like in this photo. Progress!
Also present in this shot: a miracle in pill form, Vitamin D! And a random fork.