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?
Just when it seemed like it was getting better, it gets a lot worse again instead.
Don’t get chronic vertigo. Modern medicine in 2017 has yet to develop a means of diagnosing it.
Oh, and also, I threw my back out again from dizzily stumbling around, because yep, that’s me.
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.
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.