I'm perfectly healthy! But wait, I still feel crappy. What gives? The blood work, EKG, and “bladder sample” all came back good, so good that there seems to be no reason for why I feel so off. Then the doctor gave me one of the “follow my finger with your eyes” tests and pronounced that I have form of vertigo with the word “benign” in it. The best part is, he said it's most likely transitory and will go away on it's own; he indicated we won't do any treatment unless it develops into a chronic case.

So lucky me gets to deal with dizzy spells, lightheadedness, and the nausea that accompanies it. Let this serve as a warning why I don't eat much, act miserable, and possibly puke all over you. It's not that I don't like you, or your cooking. Really. (Honestly though, who makes asparagus pudding and then garnishes it with ketchup? With cooking like that it's no wonder I'd get sick.) This means I'm hoping and praying it'll go away on its own soon. I don't like driving when I feel dizzy. I don't like doing much of anything really.

Life goes on.