Body of Winter.

The heat has been miserable. Yet, my fingers ignore summer's presence and remain cold. My family supposes this is Reynaud's syndrome, but there is no discoloration and I lack a diagnosis. It is not anemia either... But what it definitely is is unnerving. Recently, the cold has begun to spread. It began at the tips of my fingers and now reaches the sharp mounds of my shoulder blades. The heat still torments me with crying pores, but I find even my sweat is on par with ice water. Of course, it's silly, sweat is meant to cool the body down--this could only be sensible... but I'm afraid of what may happen once the cold spreads to my heart... There is no rationale in this notion... yet I am still frightened.