Spinning

Oh where to begin again?  It's been a crazy few months around here.  Miss Z turned 3, which was wonderful; then my father had a "very serious" heart attack, which was not so wonderful.  It was a long, long few months of back and forth to the hospital, then back and forth to his home, then back and forth to the hospital again after a major setback.  It looks like he's making a full recovery, albeit a cautiously slow one, and once again I thank my lucky stars that we live in the age of modern medicine.

But here we are, already half way through May; me on the verge of turning one year older with a new disorder to add to my collection: vertigo.

Vertigo feels like I'm on one of those merry-go-rounds at the park and the mean kids are spinning it faster and faster.  It comes on out of nowhere and I lose all my bearings.  Its strange and awful and makes me wanna cry.  They don't know what the underlying cause is and all I can do is take some medication to ease the spin and accompanying nausea.  The irony is that I have always hated that spinning feeling, get motion sick very easily, and have spent most of my life avoiding ring-around-the-rosy, so of course life thinks I'm the perfect candidate for vertigo! But with everything else that's been happening, I can't complain too loudly.  I have the wonderful Miss Z, and my father and my family, and, of course, my dear husband.

There's so much more I could write, but let's leave it for another day.