Hitting the Wall

I got out of bed and something slammed me against the wall. I didn't fall down, but had to hold on for a while to walk around. Later, the beams in the living room ceiling whirled around, but not as fast as they did in 2006 or whenever it was that I had that spell, and no nausea this time.

I rescheduled my September checkup appointment for November 4th. So with the vertigo, I'll have something interesting to discuss with the M.D.
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Searching online for the symptoms, I believe I may have Meniere's disease. Which is preferable to a lot of other diseases; but it can be pretty scary if you don't know what's the matter.

A Welcome Visitor

Jed had to work in Birmingham yesterday, so when he finished his meeting, he came to my house. We had dinner at Logan's, most delicious, then Jed spent the night here and went back to Atlanta a few minutes ago. He was anxious to get there while his hair-cutting lady was still working, because he said his head felt like it had a built-on pillow. His hair did look a bit abundant.

Lassie Came Home

I had never seen the movie, "Lassie Come Home," until yesterday on TCM. Everything about it was perfect except a close-up of tiny Elizabeth Taylor's face in which, with so much makeup, she looked exactly like the adult E. Taylor in one of her skinnier moments.

Yesterday my Sister Susan had an afib episode with much pain, and sensibly called the paramedics and went to the hospital. They stabilized her and ran tests, but I haven't heard today whether she's still there or has come home. I hope the MD's and techs weren't in the mood to put her through a transesophageal EKG, as they did me the only time I called 911--I was routed to the stroke center, when all I had was vertigo--those ceiling beams in the living room were whizzing around like in a tornado, and I got scared, was all.

I came out of my hole this morning and saw my shadow. I'm in the mood to hibernate for another six weeks or so.