For those of you who don’t understand Latin, the phrase “Semper Frigidus” means “Always Cold.” Why have I mentioned this? Because this is a common phrase in my vocabulary. I’m thinking of making it my life motto. I should put it on a t-shirt (long-sleeved, of course).
I’m not quite sure of the exact physiology of it, but for some reason I am almost always cold. I usually bring a jacket or sweatshirt with me on outings (unless it’s the middle of a heat wave), and I have a large collection of hats/scarves/gloves to keep me from freezing in the “winter” – and when you’re always cold, “winter” can last most of the year.
As any internet search will tell you, there are many medical conditions which would leave a person with cold extremities, such as hypothyroidism or Raynaud’s Sydrome, but thankfully I have none of these. I’m just cold. At one point I thought I might just have a slow metabolism (which is very likely) but I have yet to see this confirmed by a doctor. Having cold hands is particularly annoying at work, when I have to work with fragile infants who are hypersensitive to cold. I usually have to warm up my hands before touching the babies, or wear gloves all the time (which we usually do anyway).
During the winter months, I can usually be found cuddled on my couch, hiding under a nest of blankets, my favorite hot pack (it’s in my top 5 favorite gifts EVER!) on my tummy and a mug of something warm sitting within arms reach. I always sleep with socks on, and I usually dress in more layers than is necessary.
On a lighter note, sunny summer weather is GLORIOUS! ‘Cept I burn easily (and don’t tan), but that’s another story…