The Chicken ot the Egg?

As I may have mentioned once or twice…or more, hot flashes have been the bane of my life ever since I hit the big 50. I have many sleepless nights throwing the covers off because I’m drenched in sweat, only to turn around and pull them back up because I’m shivering.

I was sitting here the other day and the thought of a hot flash popped into my mind and sure enough, there I was glowing like a radioactive lighthouse on steroids. So then I got to wondering, did I have a hot flash because I thought about it? Or, did the thought pop up because my subconscious was about to torture the living crap out of me?

It’s kind of like the chicken and the egg. Which came first? Well I heard on the Science Channel the other day that it was definitely the chicken. So if these scientist can figure out such a profound dilemma that has troubled mankind from the dawning of history, why can’t they figure out something so simple (and uncomfortable) as a hot flash?

Maybe it’s because traditionally scientists have been men and they simply don’t give a shit. Why should they? They’re not the ones who have to go through that kind of torture. Their faces don’t suddenly turn bright red and breakout with droplets of sweat for no reason. They don’t feel like they’re going to turn into an all consuming conflagration of human flesh in the next breath.

Now, I ask you, is that fair? If men had to suffer so ignobly you could bet your sweet bippy that they’d put as much research into it as has gone into ED. If you don’t know what ED is, just watch for a Viagra or Cialis commercial on television and see what miracles have been discovered for a man to retain his tumescence in the face of danger.

I want equal rights. As the hackneyed old saying goes, “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.