Ok. So It's Not 40 Below!

But it is still really freakin' cold!

Listen, I am warm exactly twice a day. On my way to work and on my way home. I get in The Little Focus That Could and crank the heat up to roughly 600 and am finally warm to my bones.

I am not a cold person. I always kept my place cool in Nashville. Hell, I kept every place before it cool. But I. Am. Cold. To my fuckin bones, I am cold.

And it has everything to do with slumlords and broken heating units and nearly nothing at all to do with living in Chicago. My apartment is Thermostat Central for my building. Oddly, everyone else in the building is too hot. Go fuckin figure. My place, on the top floor and in the corner with the wind, apparently, is registering 68 degrees. Slumlord says the law requires he give me 61, minimum. But you should know that 68 doesn't stand a chance against 1 degree with a wind chilled -13!

Work is no better. Heater's broken in the patient area and my office. Great. So today I layered up, wore my thickest lab coat, a scarf and two pairs of gloves! At work! See, my bones are never warm enough long enough to hold in some heat, it would seem.

And here's the thing. I am tired of being cold all the time. I have been sick for F I V E weeks, now. My toes cannot handle even luke warm water because there is apparently no longer blood in them that is warm.

Ugh.

I just want to be warm. Cozy, even. Just for one night. I come home and strip to change (very quickly or else something might freeze!) into flannel pj bottoms, thick t-neck and my thickest hoodie. And then crawl under a down comforter. And still I am chilled.

I think I might never be warm again.

I think I might just be sick all winter.

And I think you should watch this space for my complaining of the heat this summer as I have no A/C.

HAR!