It is dehydration in part that enables the heat to affect me so much, but my stomach just doesn't seem to hold enough fluids to keep me properly hydrated in this weather. I physically can't bear to drink more than I already do, and it isn't enough. So instead of drinking more, I put ice cubes on my head and let them melt upon me. It helps a little, but . . . I want the winter back.
My parents have been talking about whether their fifteen-year-old golden retriever will survive the summer; she's always been just as miserable in hot weather as I am, and in dog years this dog is the equivalent of about a hundred and two years old now. (My parents also have a fifteen-year-old cat; they're practically running a pet nursing home these days.) But every summer while the dog has been miserable in the heat, I've always known how she felt. And right now, I feel like this summer I'm going to find out what it feels like to finally die of the heat.