You know they say to never buy a car that was manufactured on a Monday, because it will have a lot more flaws? Well, I'm pretty sure when the big guy upstairs was playing with the playdough that endnd up being me, he put me in the oven for final baking on a Monday.

you see, here's something else you don't know about me. In addition to all the other things wrong with me, I suffer from something called Menieres Disease. There are three major characteristics of this condition. There are no known causes. There is no cure. It is very debillitating, and severe attacks can occur with little or no warning. There are three main symptoms. Bouts of extreme vertigo lasting from hours to days, often accompanied by frquent nausea is the most obvious to outsiders. Tinnitus, or ringing in the ears loud enough to affect hearing, and finally gradual deafness. Also, frequently during an attack, the eyes will fluctuate rapidly. A typical attack will lasr from 2 to 4 hours, but often takes days to recover from, due to weakness from vomiting, overall shakiness of muscle coordination, and a lasting sense of imbalance when walking or moving. Finally, sometimes there is an alternating feeling of chills and fever.

It has been over two years since I had my last, very minor, attack. In fact, Ive only had one major attack, about 6 years ago, when I was diagnsed. I've had a number of smaller ones since then, until yesterday. Yup, I'm back in the big leagues again. A couple days ago, I noticed that I was staggering sometimes when I was walking. A couple days ago, I upchucked a perfectly wonderful dinner. I still didn't put two and two together until yesterday. After another whoopsie with another meal, and falling down after losing my balance, I finally figured out what was happening. I'm back playing in the big leagues apparently.

It's taken me about two hours to type this, because I can only type a few words at a time, then I have to close my eyes for awhile so the dizziness won't start again. I shuffle around the house at a rate of about 10 feet per week, and always carry my trusty catch-it-all pot, just in case there's still something left in my belly the big guy hasn't found yet.

I'm not telling you this to win the sympathy vote of the month, although I can say that it's somewhat more annoying than a pimple on the ass. I just wanted to let you know why I likely won't be "visiting" you for a couple days. I'm heading back to bed.

Oh yeah, one more thing in case any of you need reminding:
dry heaves = very unpleasant

TTYL

PEACE.

Posted by Evydense on Friday, August 25, 2006 at 12:59 p.m. | Permalink