Granted at my age I do have hot flashes from time to time.  However, hot flashes aren’t what drive me up the wall DH and where he sets the thermostat does. 

     Due to his medications for his MS, DH is always cold in the winter.  I am not. 

     If I’m sitting here sweating my buns off without a hot flash, that’s not a good thing.  Checking the thermostat I find DH has it almost to eighty degrees.  Is it no wonder that I’m sweating?  I turn the thermostat down.

     An hour or so later, DH walks past the thermostat and turns it up.  I turn it down.

     “What are you doing?  I’m cold.”

     “It’s freaking eighty degrees in here.  If you’re cold go put on warmer clothes.”  I walk into the kitchen to cook dinner.

     An hour or two passes and I’m still sweating.  I look at the thermostat.  DH has turned it up again.  I turn it down.  I swear I’m going to buy that man electric under-drawers.