You spin me right round baby right round

Well, that was a ridiculous week!
Woke up last Monday morning, rolled over and watched the room spin around me. Sat up and rode a crazy carnival ride to nowhere. Kind of would have been fun if it wasn't so freaky. And nauseating. Mostly nauseating.
Went to my doctor and found I did have a minor ear infection but the dizziness was being caused by vertigo: little crystals repositioning themselves in my ear. Holy crap....five days of a whirling world...staggering down the hallway, clinging to the wall of the shower so I didn't fly away...all the benefits of drinking without the alcohol, when you come to think of it.
I realized in the doctor's office that I had the same thing our Moochie had many years ago. She was staggering around, sick to her stomach and her eyes were doing this jiggling back and forth thing. Mine did that too, a few times, when it seemed that what I was looking at was caught on a video loop.
It seems that it's pretty common and its benign, which is a huge relief. I had a good day today, day 6, and I hope tomorrow is the same so I can get back to work on Monday. I'm lucky to have a job that I really like, and I honestly missed being there. (I hate hate HATE calling in sick because I know what a scramble it can be to fill shifts, especially this time of year.)

I had an idea though. I think we should all have a spot on our forehead that turned colour when we were unwell with something that isn't obvious.
I've had so many things happen to me that weren't visible...like that awful pulled hip flexor (worst. pain. EVER.), a broken bone in the foot that was uncastable, this vertigo and other various things. You feel like crap, but you look absolutely fine. So along with feeling like crap you have to deal with feelings of paranoia that nobody is going to believe you feel like crap. A simple little spot would fix all that.
I wonder who you'd have to email to get the ball rolling on this?

Anyway, I'm on the mend and, at the very least, bit by bit, I got the Christmas decorations up this week and it looks very cheery around here. :-)
Sure, I'm a week behind on Christmas shopping and we are hosting a party here next weekend and God knows what tomorrow is going to bring. At least I'm getting my sense of humour back.

WHERE'S MY...oh..there it is...

I get really messed up at work if I'm not wearing my watch. Up is down, down is up....I don't know where I'm at.
Yesterday I'm just about to go in to work and I think "Aw crap...I forgot my watch!" as I'm checking my wrist. But. There it is. I have absolutely no recollection of putting it on.
That's a weird feeling, suddenly realizing you did something but can't remember doing it. Is this the sign of early dementia or just normal forgetfullness? A person worries.
There should be a name for that feeling. The German language has lots of cool words for different things. Farfegnugen for when you're enjoying a nice drive, gemutlichkeit for when you're enjoying a good time and schadenfreude for when you're enjoying someone else's misfortunes. Oh come on now, we've all enjoyed YouTubes full of people's bad judgment and we've all had our chuckles...admit it.
Maybe I'll email the Germans and see if they know of such a word. It would come in handy...
"Whoa...dude....major watchenfinden today!" (with my apologies to everyone of German descent)

Hang on to yer hat!

Wild blustery gusty winds going on outside!
I had never imagined such wind before I moved here and the first winter storms I experience kind of freaked me out. Wind whacking against the building (not branches or anything, just the wind itself!) and rain pounding down so hard that it was bouncing back up. I couldn't quite believe my eyes.
We live on the harbour and depending on which direction the wind is blowing the seaplanes will sometimes need to taxi from downtown to right in front of our place for take-off. I can't believe that they still go on these stormy days....it's crazy gut-wrenching to watch them. We see them bobble their way towards us with their wings dipping left and right. You can almost hear the passengers praying.
We watched a take-off and a landing this afternoon that had both of us just cringing. I would hope they hand out new underwear along with the barf bags. I wonder how the pilots can function with all that screaming going on.
I remember one winter hearing that the planes were grounded due to a wind storm because the passengers couldn't handle it. The pilots were willing to go but it was too rough for regular folks.
I should ask if you get a special t-shirt when you fly on windy days like today.....they might be able to really cash in on that...I should give them a call.

On the internet nobody can see your eyes glaze over.

My good friend suggested I start a blog. I think she felt pity on my Significant Other and thought that maybe this would spare him from listening about that dream I had last night or that hilarious thing that I heard/saw/did that day. He's pretty tolerant but I guess I've had my share of seeing his eyes glaze over...the poor guy.
I'm pretty much expecting to have instant writer's block now that the pressure is on but who knows...maybe I'll have a good dream tonight.