Talking of sweats I was describing hot flashes to my friends the other day what it is like to have them and be a high school teacher with a class of 30 fifteen year olds while going through menopause. You know kids are pretty adaptable- they soon get used to your face suddenly taking on a fire engine red hue, not from rage but from a unexpected hot flash…..but they never cope with the sweats.
I mean they are grossed out when you accidentally spit on them while talking animatedly about a topic you find fascinating that they (yawn) would rather not know about …like calculus or Pythagoras’ Theorem….however you should see the look of horror on their face when a drop of perspiration, that starts out as a drop on your temple, runs down your cheek , teeters for a tantalising moment on your chin, and then plop, splatters onto their workbook (with an apologetic bounce as it does so!) Not even your frantic apologies as you feverishly mop up the page (smudging all their work as you do so) using a tissue miraculously found from the depths of your bra, can ease their horror!! Nothing worse than a menopausal math teacher!
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