Dear Sir Dude,
I confirm our scheduled gathering at 1145. I will not be wearing bells this morning as I am dragging my ass along the tile here in Lodge, but I'll be there.
It has been a while since the last I had two Meniere's vertigo attacks with in one week. No, this is not the first this has occurred. I must admit a huge disappoint, yet not the slightest bit surprised. In the morrow I shall visit with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. Later today I shall compose a list of issues I wish to speak with him about. This is what works best for me, you see, I am the sort that will visit my doctor's and seem to me I'll forget to report an issue of some kind or another. Not that there's anything new with the Meniere's, just a matter of communications.
If not for my commitment to self, family and future, I would have called him last night as I have done in the past, post attack. I am absolutely miserable at this moment. I have slept all but a couple of hours since this most recent attack and would much rather be asleep at this moment. The dizziness wraps itself around my head as if I were wearing a ball cap. The nausea is at the base of my throat and I perspire lightly. I must keep on truckin'.
I really must be off to keep an eye on the car port. I would hate it if I missed my Lil' Blue Bus because I could not hear it pull up. No, the drivers do not toot the horn to alert me and now that I think about it I may call this request in. I do feel like such a dweeb standing there at the door way like a good little boy waiting for the bus...
...maybe I am. A good boy. You know I get myself all wound up about these bus trips. Yes, I do too. I don't know how many times I have walked to my front doors to check. Perhaps if all goes well with my travels and visit, I'll hop back on later.
p.s. Yes, I have taken my medication's.
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