Whew. A few months, tons of drugs, and a spiteful case of pneumonia later, it seems like, aside from some minor lingering dizzies, I’m almost kind of vaguely back to normal.
It would be, just…all sorts of super awesome if this didn’t become a regular thing. Please, 2018?
Please…?
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.
Bene vīvite.
…
Bene vīvite.
Oh, and also, I threw my back out again from dizzily stumbling around, because yep, that’s me.
Bene vīvite.
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.
Bene vīvite.
Once up on a time, the Wizard of Health proclaimed, “With a wave of my wand, you will fall ill once more.”
“But this would be the third time in as many months,” I replied. “Can something different than that happen instead?”
“No,” said the wizard.
Bene vīvite.
After managing somehow to stave it off the entire season, I have finally taken grossly ill just in time for Christmas. Because 2016, I guess.
So, have a much better Christmas than me, everyone!
Bene vīvite.
O Stomach —
You hate me today.
Did I eat something wrong?
Did I get in your way?O Stomach —
That’s not very nice.
I’d say knock it off,
If you’d like my advice.O Stomach —
I’ve got things to do.
I’m not making it up.
I promise it’s true!O Stomach —
I’ll make you a deal:
You’ll get tasty things
If you don’t make me keel.
Bene scribete.
D D D D D X
Bene vīvite.
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