I’ve tried to think of an entertaining blog post relating to being sick. But there is no entertaining or literary way of saying that this past week kicked me in my posterior end.
Thank you for all the emails and well wishes. No I didn’t fall off the edge of the earth, get hit by a car, or give up blogging. But we did get a lot of snow. Ever had vertigo? For five days? Well, let me put it this way: It was like being a permanent bobble head doll lost in a fun house trapped inside a tilt-a-whirl. Not good. Not good at all.
And poor Matt. He had to come home every day to an ashen, non-makeup-wearing wife lying on the couch, blankets thrashed about, who yelped (not unlike the huggable mother in Throw Mama From the Train), “I’m so dizzy I can’t see! Quick! Bring me another amoxicillin pill!”
Long story short, I’m back on my feet. Sort of. The world is, frankly, still spinning a little. Apparently allergies can lead to colds which can lead to weird inner ear infections that cause monster cases of vertigo. I’ll get better. But until then I’ll be abstaining from ocean cruises, riding in the backseat of cars, sky diving, or watching Avatar in 3D.
Sigh. There go my weekend plans.