I Should Be Cold

Before I get into the purpose of my post, let me tell you about the air conditioners I have.  At my parents’ house, I have the one that they bought the summer my mother was pregnant with me. I only discovered that we had this air conditioner a few years ago, so it still works, and it is LOUD.  But my bedroom is like an ice-box compared to the rest of the house.  At my apartment, I have a heavy-duty air conditioner made for large open rooms, and I’m in a pretty tiny room.  So my rooms are cold, and I love it.  I sleep with my comforter on the whole year through.  It’s awesome.  Except when I wake up in the middle of the night dripping with sweat.  There’s this instant where I just NEED to get the covers off, find the sheet again, and go back to sleep.  And then I hear it: the air conditioner.  And I know.  I’m low.  And moving to get anything is going to sap all the energy I have.  And I grab juice or tabs or gel and suck it down as fast as I can.  And I stare at my ceiling.  Waiting.  Sometimes I’ll test, but often times not.  Unless I think I need more.  If not, I’ll wait until I feel the need to pull my comforter back on, turn off my light and hopefully fall back asleep without incident.