Ever wake up with you head spinning and you feel like the earth is moving around you so fast you're going to puke?
Yeah, usually it's called a hangover.
UNLESS... you haven't been drinking the night before, then it's called the misery that has been my life for the last few days.
For some reason my annual winter sickness has chosen the form of Human Whirling Disease this year. It has arrived with such dizziness as to make me nauseaus. I'm talking the in-a-dinghy-out-on-the-ocean-in-a-storm kinda nauseaus.
Day 1: Woke up. Started walking away from the bed and fell into a wall. Sideways.
Hmmm, that's strange. Can't recall ever having done that before.
Day 2: Woke up. Looked suspiciously around the room to gauge whter I was still dizzy. Judged I was OK so I cautiously got up -- and fell head first into the dog when I bent to say good morning to him.
Day 3: Didn't bother. Spent day on couch trying not to move my head from side to side much.
Maybe I should look this disorder up online.
This is the kind of thing that gets a disease named for you.
Maia says it's a brain tumor and then helpfully recounted a show she'd seen about Hookworms that get under your skin and infest your bloodstream. She couldn't remember if they made you dizzy if they hit the brain, but she figured the worms under the skin was enough to keep my mind off my real problem.
I hate it when people know that I'm a hypochondriac.
Anyway, it seems to be fading a bit. And thinking about spooky little kids seems to help a bit.
