I haven’t posted a rant in a very, very long time. I think I’m due. Plus, I need to do a little boo-hooing, woe-is-me-ing so I can get some things off my chest. Great. Are you ready? Don’t worry, I’m not going to out anyone (at least this time around)…this one is all about ME.
I have had a craptastic past two weeks. Yep, count ’em…two weeks. It seems that my little friend, vertigo, has decided to pay me a visit. And this time he doesn’t want to leave. I had an episode of vertigo about four years ago. It wasn’t terribly bad – I was still able to function and it only lasted about a week. The doctor did tell me that I may have recurrences. And that, I did. I woke up one morning, took one look at my alarm clock, couldn’t see the numbers because my eyes wouldn’t focus and I felt like I was in the belly of a capsizing ship, I knew I was in trouble. And that, my friends, is how I’ve spent the last two weeks – feeling like I’m constantly walking around on a ship…in the middle of the ocean…during a hurricane. Barf. It’s been diagnosed as Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo. Which means when my head is in a specific position it causes vertigo. Luckily, I’ve figured out that the dizziness occurs when I lean to the left…so, no leaning to the left for me. Which isn’t so cool because I’m a left-side sleeper. And a tossing and turning sleeper. Yeah. Try keeping yourself on your right side all night long. It’s not so easy. Luckily, the meds I’ve been prescribed keep me pretty much comatose during the night so I don’t move. But, they make me feel drugged during the day. Not that feeling drugged is bad, as long as it’s during the weekend when I have nothing better to do…but, during the week when I’m supposed to work…not so much fun. I’ve had to reschedule all of my clients because there is no way in hell I”m getting on a ladder. I’ve been sitting here…eating, knitting, crocheting, crafting…trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to make money while sitting on my ass. If I could get paid to eat I’d be frickin’ rich. I’m pretty sure I’m developing bed sores – or couch sores – because I’ve been sitting on the couch for what feels like FOREVER.
I was able to enjoy Thanksgiving with my family, thanks to prescription drugs. Although, I’m pretty sure I spent most of it sitting in my chair drooling and staring into space . No one minded. It was a bummer that I couldn’t partake in the wine drinking. That was a first. Oh, and when I did manage to get out of my chair I was feeling a little dizzy and bumped into the wall where my Mom had a decorative plate hanging. Needless to say, the plate ended up in a million pieces on the floor. Oops. Heh. You can’t blame the dizzy.
Anyway, to top it all off, apparently, whilst in the doctor’s office I contracted some horriblistic cold. I’m blaming it on them because I haven’t been out of the house or come into contact with any other humans in weeks. So now, not only am I dizzy, my head and chest are congested, my throat and head hurt, I have a nasty cough and I feel downright shitty. The dust and dog hair is piling up, the laundry is piling up, the dishes are piling up. It’s just an all-around mess here. And dammit, I want to get the Christmas decorations out of the attic and start decorating. Boo hoo hoo. Let’s all have a pity party for me.
Oh yeah, and then one more thing…yesterday as I walk into my laundry room (where the downstairs toilet is) I step in a pool of water. And by pool I mean the entire floor is covered in about an inch of water. Fantastic. The toilet is leaking (more like gushing, really). I shut the water supply off (praying that as I bend over I don’t go into a spin, crack my skull on the floor and drown in an inch of water) and hope that ends it. Nope. Later in the day….still more water. I then have to bail the water out of the tank, which obviously has a crack or leak of some sort. Grrrrrrrrr. I do have another bathroom – it’s upstairs – and I don’t feel like dizzily climbing stairs with my head pounding and my nasal passages burning. Again, boo hoo hoo. It’s a sad state of affairs around here.
Okay, I’m done. I feel SO much better now (not really). Thanks for listening.