Vertigo

Thank you for all the nice birthday wishes and gifts. It wasn't my most festive of birthdays, as I felt better over the weekend, even got some gardening done, but crashed with vertigo again on Monday night. It was so bad that I couldn't speak coherently or eat or do much of anything but lie in bed. By Wednesday I was able to have a piece of delicious purple birthday cake from Langenstein's and a little celebration, and today I felt pretty good. I think this terrible bout of vertigo may have been caused by Wellbutrin. It's caused me a little dizziness since I started taking it, but until last week it was a tolerable tradeoff for the mood improvement. I'd rather be the gloomiest old bastard on Planet Gloomyoldbastard than feel like that again. I've been off it for a week now, and it's supposed to clear the system in five to eight days, so I hope that's in the past.

I was supposed to go to Mississippi with my mom in the morning, but given that it's almost 5 AM and I haven't slept yet, I suspect that won't be happening.

I'm getting to be a long-haired hippie again. The clippers must come out soon.



Oh, and the damn urologist's office called to postpone my precious appointment until mid-June, no reason given. Also the receptionist kept saying "Tell him he needs to etc." until I said I was the patient. Doctors are like forces of nature; they appear and disappear as they will, and have the power to give or to take everything away. 44 years of living has suggested to me time and again that you can fight city hall, but you can't fight forces of nature. Well, you can, of course, but it's ultimately a losing battle. Except maybe in Holland. Oh, God, ignore me, I'm senseless.

"I hope and pray you don't have a aneurism!" -- my handyman