Chronically Chaotic but Aesthetic as Hell - Dizzy, Salty, and Damp, my Body’s Story
Welcome to the Surprise Symptom Olympics.
Today’s event? Excessive sweating—formally known as hyperhidrosis, and casually known as being a haunted Roomba with swamp skin.
If you’ve got POTS, your autonomic nervous system—the one that regulates heart rate, blood pressure, temperature, and sweat—glitches like it’s running beta firmware. Your body might react to standing up like it’s been dumped into the Sahara wearing a wool coat of confusion.
Waking up soaked like a deep-fried dream dumpling?
That’s night sweats, and yep, it’s part of the POTS symptom bingo. It’s not just heat—it’s your body reacting to stress, dream intensity, hormone shifts, or absolutely nothing at all like it’s in a melodramatic telenovela.
Too much sweat?
→ Body’s trying to cool down, thinks it’s overheating.
→ Risk of dehydration.
→ Result: salt loss, dizziness, fatigue, and a dramatic flop onto the cold tile floor.
Too little sweat?
→ Body can’t regulate temperature.
→ Cue the internal oven setting and the outside-chill paradox.
→ May cause existential dread and a desperate need for a fan and a blanket simultaneously.
Some POTS people switch between these modes like cursed climate control demons.
Some POTS bodies toggle between these states like cursed thermostats, switching from “Why am I drenched?” to “Why am I an icicle?” without warning. Because regulating temperature like a normal mammal? Overrated.
You don’t sweat—you exude existential moisture.
Your skin is just trying to process the drama.
🔧 What's Actually Going On?
Thermoregulation
That’s your body’s ability to keep internal temperature stable—like a meat thermostat.
POTS messes with that process. Your nervous system can’t decide if you’re on fire or made of ice, so it just… malfunctions, publicly.
Hypovolemia
Low blood volume—a common POTS problem. Your body senses danger (even if it’s just you standing up), and overcorrects with rapid heartbeats or excessive sweating to “help.” Cue the cardiac disco, salt cravings, and sweat puddles. You’re not dying—you’re just spicy pickled.
It’s like your physiology is screaming, “WE’RE IN TROUBLE,” but really? You’re just… spicy pickled.
Wetter than logic. Saltier than science. A hot mess and a cold one—at the same damn time.
And through it all? You’re still iconic.
Damp. Dizzy. Defiant.
✨A chronically chaotic symphony of electrolyte-fueled glamour.✨