As if I already didn’t have enough health drama I had to go and get the weirdest virus ever. Or I had a rare type of migraine. The ENT says she thinks it was a virus.
Whatever. All I know for sure is that it hurt like a mofo and made me so dizzy I had to hold onto the wall when I walked down the hallway so I wouldn’t fall down. Yes, really. It was dreadful with a capital D so make that Dreadful.
Walking became an extreme sport. And of course having this virus just happened to coincide with that Big Ass Bioscience Forum (BABIF) so every day I had to stand up in front of a room full of people who were spinning around me like painted ponies on a carousel and hope like hell I didn’t just tip the fuck over. It was so very Not Good.
Talk about stop the world I want to get off. Literally.
I didn’t write about it before because it’s bad enough how much of my life gets taken up with this kinda shit without spending time writing about this kinda shit ..but then again—it is my life, and this blog is like the story of my life so there you have it. Read it and cringe on my behalf.
I told meerkat the mental image of me people get, as evoked by the never-ending health drama posts, must be some beater car chugging down the road with one headlight, bald tires, and a loose muffler ..with a fender painted with primer and duct tape on the upholstery, of course. Jalopime.
Now I have to do physical therapy 30 minutes a day because even though the (excruciating!) headache and severe spins are gone I’m still totally iffy on my feet. The ENT says my body has to re-learn how to balance—it’s like my sense of balance has to be re-calibrated.
Sense of balance, you better hurry the fuck up because I’m going to be bouncing around in a Land Rover in two weeks. That ought to be interesting.
I don’t know why The Universe seems so hell bent on deterring me from this trip. However, if my plane crashes the reason will be readily apparent. And The Universe will be able to say I told you so.
I hate know-it-alls.