Well, I am dizzier than ever. In fact, I am home from work again today. I went in, but I can’t walk without holding on to walls or furniture. Not only that, my vision is a bit blurred and my stomach is spinning, too. The antibiotics and the bugs are having a serious argument — and I am losing.
I just woke from a lovely nap — which didn’t help much at all. I dreamt I was riding a roller-coaster without wearing a seat-belt, and I had to hold myself in the car. Now my arms and shoulders are stiff. I suppose I was trying to hold the bed still. I would probably still be asleep, but apparently I was taking up more of the sunbeam than Chrissy wanted to share, and she exerted all of her puny 9 pound effort to move me — and since her effort comes equiped with claws, it worked.
When I was a kid my friends and I had a rope swing that we would stand on and swing out high over the top of the road. This was always best if we first twisted the rope as tight as it would go, so while swinging we’d spin like a top — and the whole time we’d be singing: Dizzy. It was all fun and games until somebody threw up. Today that’s how I’m feeling.