When Grandmas Go Shopping: [link]
'The Message'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
But... where's Stitch?
Sitting on his shelf. [link]
Heh. Plotting, no doubt.
Totally.
Cheering for JZ's co-worker.
Teppy, I had a really severe case of vertigo many years back but it was pretty much like you described. It lasted over a week and I could barely turn my head without feeling nauseated. My doc gave me a Dramamine like prescription which helped a little but they could never quite figure out what caused it. It may have been viral in the inner ear. I haven't had another occurance that bad in over 10 years.
The local grocery around the corner has Pumpkin Pie flavored yogurt for 99 cents a quart.
Windsparrow is going to try some. I might, it's sugared, tho.
aims, that is totally a pic to pull out when she brings a date home.
Seems I can't recreate the stove incident. Grr. I think I managed to get all the gum off the windshield.
Steph, how goes the vertigo? Any progress??
Teppy, I had a really severe case of vertigo many years back but it was pretty much like you described. It lasted over a week and I could barely turn my head without feeling nauseated.
God, I'm hoping mine doesn't last that long. I mean, they *just* eased up on me at work, and bumped me back up to 40 hours, and now I'm all "Oh, hi, I can't come to work for a week because everything is spinning violently...no, I'm not making it up!"
I took ibuprofen a little bit ago, and the vertigo seems to be what I would describe as less bad. (And by "less bad," I just mean "spinning violently" as opposed to "spinning OMFG violently." Really, I was trying to describe it to my dad, and all I could say was, "This is NOTHING like being dizzy. If dizzy is like having the sniffles, this is like double pneumonia.") My totally unqualified-to-self-diagnose self-diagnosis is that, therefore, *something* is inflamed and fucking with my inner ear.
I'm assuming no work for me tomorrow, and I'm going to beg the doctor to see me ASAP. No way I can drive, though, so I'm screwing up not only my own workday, but The Boy's as well.
Yayfun.