Ughhhhhhh.
Ok, so Sunday morning I woke up feeling a little dizzy. No big deal, right? I figured I was just dehydrated, so I drank a lot of water. Plus, I had a ton of work to do for my online courses, so I figured it could also be my body having an allergic reaction to having homework for the first time again in two years. So I toughed it out. Well today I woke up with a serious case of the spins. Not enough dizziness to warrant a day off work and forking over $70 for a sub to cover me, of course. Come on, I'm my mother's daughter. I was taught that unless I have a fever of 102 or higher, I go to school (or in this case, work).
So I manage to stumble, literally, through the day, and by 3pm I'm feeling pretty good. That should've been my first clue. It's always just when you're feeling tentatively ok that the pain strikes. Around 4:30, I was hit with a massive dizzy spell, which sucked ass cause I still had an hour of babysitting. I don't know if you know this, but kids could really give a shit if you're feeling sick. It just doesn't register with them. What does matter to them is that you're ruining their fun by sitting silently on the couch with your eyes closed while you wait for the room to stop spinning. Thanks, kids, I really appreciate the sympathy. I mean, come one, I was seriously hurting. I was basically experiencing hangover symptoms, without the benefit of actually consuming any alcoholic beverages. Well that freaking sucks. Hey, maybe that's why the kids gave me so much grief. What do they know about hard mornings after too much fun the night before? Well let me tell you kiddies, it's no picnic. Anyway, the point is that I have spent the last 4 hours completely incapacitated. Hey look, I feel perfectly fine--as long as I don't move. Hmm, that's not really all that helpful...
Oh, and top it all off, I ran into my landlord as I was coming home. I'm moving out at the end of June (HALLELUJAH--wow, that looks really weird in all caps. is that really how you spell that word?) so my landlord has started showing my apartment. Well, I thought he would give me a heads up before he brings someone around, so that I could do a hasty clean-up and, you know, hide my dirtiness so that strangers don't judge me. When I saw him tonight, my landlord told me he showed my apartment today. Did I have a clean apartment? NO. I had underwear lying around, and dirty plates are stacked up in the sink, and the trashcan in my bedroom (the first thing you see when you enter my apartment) is almost overflowing, and there's cat hair on everything. Crap.
You know what? Whatever. I don't care. I'm still dealing with the sober spins. I don't have the energy or inner ear balance to deal with my slovenly lifestyle. I have to go lie down and stay very still.
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