I have been struck once again with labyrinthitis. Just cannot express how angry and frustrated I am at having to endure this hell TWICE in less than a MONTH. It makes you want to die having it once. A second bout with dizziness this severe, and all I can think is how this is not fair. I am utterly disgusted.
Have dosed with meclizine (hey, turns out I have a non-drowsy supply; didn't find that blister pack last time) and gotten the pets fed and dog out for a wee. That she chose to come inside and poo is my own fault; I didn't go out with her and she needs to venture at least as far as the front yard for that event. That I believe she's already eaten the result is just not contemplatable in my state.
And so we nix the idea of getting together with the charming Cute Shoes, or my friend T who still hasn't met the babies. Of balancing the checkbook. Of loading up all those clothes and getting them donated. Of getting, essentially, ANYTHING done. No writing nor querying either - typing even this is awful, but I'm angry enough to be stubborn and spit out an ugly post I should probably think better of but am too mad to clam up. In some ways, maybe the sleepy-meclizine would be better. Because the un-sleepy kind, unless it CURES me, doesn't make these things magically doable.
Seriously. So mad and so utterly physcially miserable death would seem like an improvement.
Gah. This isn't any fair at all.
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