Made it in to work today. Whew, this is gonna be a doozy. I stopped for a bagel, and when I sat down to wait for it to toast, I nearly missed my chair. (See what you did, counterword?) And I already ran into a wall. I feel drunk and completely uncoordinated. Today is a day I'm immensely grateful I don't have a car.

I had to type that last sentence three times, seriously.

Sara is making Liza Minelli with Vertigo on Arrested Development jokes.

And this is mild, all things considered. It's mostly ligheadedness and dizziness triggered by my right peripheral. I've got some nystagmus going on, but am not especially nauseated.

Thanks be to god that Skyler put up with me yesterday. For real, I was weepy and frustrated for most of it. I hate this so much.

Oh hay thar, labyrinthitis.

I feel drunk. Off-kilter, slightly mental.


I had to type that sentence three times.

I'm at work. Oh noes. This is not of the good.

The David Bowie Disease strikes again.

Fear not, gentle friends, for I have not grown a three-foot weiner. No, it's much more mundane than that, at least on a progressive scale of weirdness.

I would, however, enjoy it very much if the world stopped spinning like an insane tilt-a-whirl every time I look to my right peripheral side, walk, or lay my head down. It would be a plus.

Though I'm on Meclizine again, I don't expect to be recovered by tomorrow, though I know that I have to go to work. I actually feel guilty having taken the day off.


I think I'm going to go sit on my porch and let the cold air from the rainspell wash over me. If it were drier, I'd go and ground some energy-- maybe it'd help with my head buzzing.