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?
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