A Weird Experience You’re Not Meant to Care About

I felt I would explain a strange occurrence from earlier this evening on a drive with the betrothed.  For once, the sunset was actually decent, so we went on a drive and I took the camera to document.  At one point we ended up on a beach (featured here) which, as it is March, was, albeit beautiful, ice-cold on the fingers to take pictures of.  When we returned to the car, my fingers eventually got their circulation back, but the cold decided to re-locate to my feet inside of my usually-incredibly insulated boots.  I decided after a spell to remove the boots and let my feet warm up under the vent.  When they had warmed enough, I got them back into the boots but began to feel a bit dizzy.  Miklos made a stop in a store and by the time he came out, I was sweating through my two shirts and my scarf.  My scarf was actually wet, and naturally I too was drenched.  To worsen the situation, I really had to use the washroom.  We went into a grocery store to pick up some oranges as well as a chocolate bar that I decided I needed in order not to die.  They did not have said bar, so I opted for one inferior but still practical-to-my-causes.

After the chocolate bar, I was relatively fine.  What the hell happened?  Any ideas?  Sonic death by sweating?  Is that common? So many questions?

About Nikki

I've been writing since I was in kindergarten where I Crayola-markered an epic tale of a tiger and a balloon on a stack of lined papers folded into a booklet and stapled along the edge (carefully, and by my teacher). I love DIY, sewing, folksy music, animals and getting out to look at and listen to nature.
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