Just when it seemed like it was getting better, it gets a lot worse again instead.
Not cool.
Only lame.
Bene vīvite.
Just when it seemed like it was getting better, it gets a lot worse again instead.
Not cool.
Only lame.
Bene vīvite.
Don’t get chronic vertigo. Modern medicine in 2017 has yet to develop a means of diagnosing it.
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…
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Oh, and also, I threw my back out again from dizzily stumbling around, because yep, that’s me.
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It feels like the vestibular nerve damage I had last year is re-exerting itself, or by horrific coincidence happening anew.
Some cosmic force out there must truly loathe me.
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D D D D D X
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Why have I got the dizzies. I wish not for them. A week is far too much dizzies.
Frowny face.
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I guess I get to start the new year being sick.
~BLUUUUUGGGHHH~
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This is a special kind of nightmare come true.
A week and a half later, I still can’t use the air conditioning, and the rotten stench is getting steadily worse. I paid an HVAC guy just to come out, look around, and shrug. A plumber-and-everything-else friend of mine came over to investigate, but couldn’t find anything going on with the plumbing, or any methane leaks anywhere.
The smell started only a couple weeks after I stopped using the basement shower, so I though maybe there was some dried-up trap down there letting sewer gasses through, but I ran the water down there again to no avail. My friend even found a dead mouse on top of the ducting in the furnace room that looked like it’d died a little over a week prior. Perfect timing and location – surely that must be it. No. Got rid of that and aired out the furnace room, but the smell is still coming, stronger than ever.
Maybe there are other dead mice in the ducts themselves that conveniently died at the same time as the other. Maybe I’ve been infested by a mouse suicide cult on a mission to make everyone have a bad time. Maybe it’s still something completely different and there are simply a number of wild coincidences strewn about to throw me off.
I’m at my wits’ end. Getting desperate. This is not O.K.
Ugh.
Bene vīvite.