a discouraging word

[mrissa]

markgritter went to get a take-and-bake pizza, and when he got home, I leapt up from the couch to go put it in the oven while he took his boots off.

...and slid down the kitchen cabinets barely breaking my own fall, because my balance was--poof!--gone again.

Oh, good.

I'm hoping it'll go away, but it hasn't yet. I do not need another bout of vertigo. I also do not need another couple of days trying to sleep sitting up in hopes of another four months without it. So let's hope this is a brief aberration.

In the meantime, I propped myself on the couch for awhile, and I made it upstairs and am propping myself in the office chair, and in awhile I'll go read on the bed. And markgritter is being very helpful, as usual, and Ista is being Very Helpful, as usual, and I will survive that last part. (Edited to add: timprov is asleep; no slurs on his helpfulness are intended.)

Still and all. I would have preferred something else.

Comments

[wilfulcait.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to hear the vertigo is back, however briefly. I'd never realized, before it hit you, how disabling it could be. Best wishes for a quick recovery and no more recurrence!

[wilfulcait.livejournal.com]

And that icon? Randomly assigned by LJ, I swear it.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Hee. The hazards of randomness.

But yes, falling over unpredictably and not being able to drive are not my favoriet things. But ideally the latter will be irrelevant because I'll be steady again tomorrow.

[jmeadows.livejournal.com]

Argh. Really sorry to hear you're not feeling well. Hopefully the reading will help!

[mkille.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. I hope it goes away soon.

[dd-b.livejournal.com]

Well, good catch! And very sorry it was necessary.

[the-flea-king.livejournal.com]

I'm glad I just have daily anxiety attacks. At least I can take a pill for my problem. I'm sorry this is still going on and I hope you get better soon.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I, on the other hand, wish you did not have daily anxiety attacks. So.

[pameladean]

Ewww. Begone, foul wobbliness!

Well, after all, you never know.

P.

[aszanoni.livejournal.com]

If *I* had foul wobbliness, it would flee. It would fear that Pamela was about to send Randolph and Fence next.

(Personally, I'd be delighted to see them, but that's me.)

M'ris, I hope yours absconds swiftly to parts unknown and never ever returns. Not even for a courtesy visit. Nor a discourtesy visit either.

-hugs-

- Chica

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Pamela has not dispatched very many figments at me historically, but I suppose there's a first time for everything that ever happens.

[unselko.livejournal.com]

Sorry! I hope that tomorrow will be without incident.

[alecaustin.livejournal.com]

Yeesh. Sorry to hear that vertigo's back. Here's hoping it goes away soon.

And the were-ants decant beaujolais

[papersky.livejournal.com]

I hope by the time you're reading this, it's history.

[callunav.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear. I hope you're feeling better, now. Actually, I hope you're asleep now, because I think where you are it's not yet 6 AM. But when you wake up, I hope you're feeling much, much better.

As previously noted, vertigo sucks rocks. And as I observed sharply last weekend when my hip decided to do peculiar things, disability sucks, and sudden, unanticipated, and/or inexplicable disability is deeply disturbing and unpleasant.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I was just waking up as you were typing that, I think.

I could have done with a bit more sleep, but I'm generally an early riser.

One down and vertigo . . .

[fredcritter.livejournal.com]

Uh, . (Sorry about that—I needed the eggs.) Seriously, I do sincerely hope it was merely a passing blip on the health horizon and that you're all better now even as I write.

[brithistorian.livejournal.com]

*hugs* (Very careful hugs, so as not to jostle you.) Hopefully by the time you read this you'll be feeling better.