New Year’s Day we went to Lawton to buy some building materials and had lunch at Chilis. Upon entering the restaurant, I went immediately to the restroom. When I came out, Toby and Jesse had been seated in the bar area so we could keep up with all the bowl games on TV. You know how Chilis’ tables are – long narrow with three chairs down each side? Toby was in the middle chair on one side and Jesse in the middle chair on the other side of the table as usual. I always sit next to Toby, but this time I had a moment’s irritation, because he seemed to be taking up lots of room. When I sat down, I felt that my chair was out in the aisle, but I put the irritation aside and sat down. About that time Toby had to go to the restroom, and I got up to let him out. Aha! This was my chance to get the middle chair and a little more room, and so I did. I pushed the unused chair against the wall and made plenty of room for both Toby and I to sit on the same side of the table without sticking out in the aisle. When Toby came back, he seemed to be crowding me, which was bothersome, but okay. We had a nice lunch with Jesse being very funny and keeping us entertained. Towards the end of the meal, I started feeling funny – kind of clammy – cold and hot at the same time. I broke out in a sweat. I thought it was maybe my blood sugar, but that couldn’t be right. Then I started shaking. All sorts of thoughts were racing through my mind. Then I realized that Toby’s leg was pressed up against mine, and he was doing that impatient man thang - shaking his leg – which really irritated me. So I said, "Are you shaking your leg?!" I realized my tone of voice must have been a bit off, because Toby gave me that look that said, "Yeah, what of it? Wanna fight?"
So in a better voice (but not much better apparently) I tried to explain, "Something is wrong. I’m cold and clammy and sweating, and I thought I was shaking too. It really freaked me out."
Toby reached over and touched my forehead. "Wow, you’re burning up. Are you okay?"
Jesse spoke up about this time with, "Menopausal moment."
Ah, that would explain the irritability and the wacko temperature gauge. It is a new season for me.