I got a good deal: Class three days a week, a superb personal trainer and a meal plan.
Three weeks in, vertigo rested upon me and stayed put.
At work, I'm dizzy just sitting at my desk.
I fell to my knees last Saturday, just filling up a coffee can with grain. When I looked up, the world was spinning. All I could focus on was Harriet the duck starring at me. There were two or three of her for a few minutes.
At boot camp class, I can't exercise without having to lay down and put my legs up against the wall every ten minutes. It's such a confidence builder.
I went to the doctor yesterday.
All tubes in my ears have too much fluid in them and I have a crystal imbalance.
Which means no driving and no exercise until I'm better.
Which also means I must take a water pill and an anti-inflammatory pill.
Which means, here's to pee-ing and fatigue! La-Chaim!
Additionally, I'm to avoid any activities that trigger "spells".
Somehow, I must break it to Jesse I can't be her audience anymore as she runs at mach speeds, back and forth, running the steer up and down along the fence, lest I fall over.
She's a whole different can of worms. I better sleep on this one.