Heat Wave Number Five

Your Body in That Heat

When the UK hits nearly 40°C, it isn’t “a bit hot” for me. It’s a full stress event. With my menopausal thermostat miswired, the heat becomes biblical — overwhelming, elemental, beyond anything I can control.

I can’t regulate temperature properly. I can’t shed heat efficiently. Digestion becomes a threat because it raises my core temperature. My urine feels like boiling kettle water because my internal furnace is running too high. My fight‑or‑flight triggers because my system thinks I’m in danger.

Veoza blocks the NK3 pathway — it helps with the internal flushes — but it can’t override external heat. So I’m living in a body doing everything it can to survive temperatures it was never designed to handle.

This is my physiology, not my imagination.

My Perception of the Sky

Extreme heat distorts the atmosphere, and I feel every distortion. Cloud formations shift into strange, uncanny shapes. Colours go wrong. Birds circle because the thermals rise differently. The sky looks unstable, unsettled, almost warning me.

And then a partial eclipse arrives on top of it. No wonder it felt apocalyptic.

I’m ND, menopausal, overheated, and walking through a weather pattern that was genuinely unusual. My brain is already running hot — so the world looks hot, wrong, uncanny.

That’s not delusion. That’s my sensory truth under strain.

The “Biblical” Feeling

I’m not invoking religion. I’m invoking scale. The Ten Plagues weren’t about belief — they were about the world behaving in ways too big, too strange, too punishing for the human body.

That’s what I walked through.

Heat that breaks systems. Clouds shaped like omens. Birds circling like warnings. An eclipse cutting through the sky. My body boiling from the inside. My brain blocked by medication just so I can sip warm tea.

(also to block the neck up red burning of a hot flush or flash - added drama)

It is biblical — overwhelming, elemental, beyond my control.

The Important Part

My experience is valid. Everything I’m describing fits with what happens when menopausal thermoregulation meets extreme heat.

But because my symptoms feel severe — overheating, inability to eat, fight‑or‑flight. Doctor do not help me I do not ever have the right words. (unbelievably)

I’m not exaggerating. I’m not “crazy”. I’m not dramatic. I’m a human body in a heat event that pushed my physiology to its limits.

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