Those people who stand before maps, pointing here and there, describing in phrases carefully learned in meteorology how 'this huge front is moving slowly, so by the time it reaches us, we'll be lucky to see a few sprinkles'. (Paraphrased since I am not a meteorologist)
Hubby says, 'Work tomorrow', while I'm gently shaking my head because the dizziness and exhaustion is telling me there's going to be a freaking deluge! 'Honey, better bring in the cows and batten the hatches because I'm telling you, this guy is off his rocker.' He laughed -surely because we have no cows, and there's not a single hatch to be found.
So this morning between the thunderclaps, the rain that sounded like a cow pissing on a flat rock, and a ringing in my ears that is so loud, I half expect the neighbor to send her kid over with ear plugs, I felt vindicated. DIZZY and vindicated. Being right isn't always all it's cracked up to be.
Nonetheless, I sit up on the side of my bed, take a few deeeep breaths and engage in 15 seconds of breathing meditation before getting up and making that 30' trek to the bathroom which is, in reality, only about 10' away. Vestibularly challenged people don't often take the shortest route between point A and B. We sort of ping off of the chair to the right, which sends them swaying over to bounce off the dresser on the left.... Think pinball.
It sounds bad, but really, it's like my very own Worlds of Fun ride. No lines, no waiting......and I always get to ride in the front!
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