“This is the hottest I’ve ever seen Alabama,” said the TV meteorologist, who was sweating so badly his white shirt looked like a Ziplock bag. “I’ve never seen temperatures this high.”
If you haven’t heard, a dangerous Alabama heatwave is currently affecting the Southeast. The National Weather Service just reported that the heat index is likely to reach 117 degrees before the end of this column. Maybe even higher. It’s so hot, the Jehovah’s Witnesses in my neighborhood have started telemarketing.
“By the Fourth of July,” stated the National Weather Service, “the ‘feels-like’ temperature is going to reach, approximately, Satan.”
I am originally from the Florida Panhandle. Growing up, we had summers that were so hot that whenever dogs chased cats, they both walked. But this is a new level of heat. This is existential heat.
A few days ago — this is true — I was walking into Publix to buy groceries. As I was staggering through the parking lot, I noticed a Nissan Altima with cookies baking on the hood. Chocolate chip.
I saw the owner stepping into her car, wrestling with her seatbelt, which was so scaldingly hot it qualified as a branding iron.
“Are those really cookies baking on your hood?” I asked.
“They’re gluten free,” she said. “My 9-year-old daughter is allergic to gluten.”
I met another woman in the supermarket who is originally from Cullman, Alabama.
“This is nothing,” she said. “One time, my neighbors put up a privacy fence made out of PVC, the thing melted. Now it looks like he has a privacy wall of Play-Doh.”
The heat is no joking matter. Today, the temperature gauge on my dashboard read 116 degrees.
“You kind of get used to the heat,” said longtime Alabama resident Randy Marks. “I’ve been living in Birmingham since I was a baby. I remember one time my mom bought a dozen eggs, and when she got home, there were 12 baby chicks in the carton.”
The entire region has been succumbing to deadly heat this week. There have been 11 heat-related deaths in the Southeast recently. On Tuesday, a postal worker collapsed and died while on his route in Dallas.
According to the U.S. Postal Service, while going door to door during the high temperatures, Eugene Gates Jr. collapsed in a front yard before a homeowner. The homeowners came outside and tried to perform CPR, but it was too late. He was gone.
The New York Times reported recently that at least 270 UPS and U.S. Postal Service drivers have been sickened or hospitalized due to heat exposure in the past decade.
Linda, of Hoover, Alabama, almost lost a pet to heat stroke this year. She was on a walk with her husband and their dog Floyd at 7 in the evening. Her dog started panting excessively, then he started vomiting. She was busy checking on her dog when she noticed that her husband was also vomiting in the other room.
“Quit lollygagging, you idiot!” Linda shouted to her husband. “Get out here and help me with the dog!”
A few hours later, they were in the emergency room where her husband was hooked up to an IV drip, clinging to life.
“I would have never called him an idiot if I’d known he was suffering heatstroke,” Linda said. “Thankfully,” she added, “the dog is okay.
Marie-Carmelle Elie, M.D., chair of the Department of Emergency Medicine in the UAB Marnix E. Heersink School of Medicine, said heat illness can be a fatal condition.
“The body uses sweating to cool itself, but with extreme temperatures, high humidity, body temperature can rise to dangerous levels,” she said. “Older adults, children and those with preexisting conditions are at highest risk; but anyone can develop heat-related illnesses under the right conditions.”
Even so, the advice on how to deal with heatstroke is hit-or-miss. No two medical experts seem to agree on the correct way to treat heat exhaustion.
“The best thing to do … is to reduce the person’s temperature with cool cloths, or an ice bath, but do not — I repeat — DO NOT give fluids, or you will be looking at a corpse,” one expert said. “Excess fluids flush vital nutrients and deplete electrolytes.”
And yet another expert I interviewed said, “Move the victim to a cool location, have them lie down, loosen their clothing, make them drink lots of Gatorade. Call 911. If that doesn’t work, get a priest.”
But it was the meteorologist on TV who gave the best advice.
“If you want to know how to deal with this heat,” he told viewers, “move somewhere cooler, like Phoenix. Or Hell.”
Or at the very least bake some cookies.
