Rock Solid

Well it looks like the world decided to slow back down and turn into a place that doesn't want to spin me off.  Yippee!  It has been almost 16 hours since my last tiny dizzy spell, so it looks like I may be over my inner ear thing.  You have NO idea how wonderful it is.  I have a hard enough time concentrating these days without having to endure spinny, dizzy, puky, barfy times. 

The very strange thing about this episode came in the way of me finding out that pretty much everyone I've talked to about it in the last week either has, or knows someone who has, Benign Positional Vertigo, a condition I didn't know about until last month when I read a book where one of the main characters helps someone out with this problem.  At the time I didn't think much about it because a) I actually didn't know if it was true or not, c) it wasn't a major story plot, and b) my world hadn't started spinning yet. 

If you've ever read this blog you know that I live in the sticks.  Like deep in the sticks.  I have one neighbour then you have to go about three kilometers before you run into another neighbour, so not exactly in the middle of the Manhattan if you know what I mean.  Anyway a day or two after I got my sea legs back I went for a walk and ran into the neighbour from three kilometers away.  Normally I run into her about three or four times in a winter, we both walk every day, but typically not at the same time.  Anyway it turns out that her husband has had BPV for over 20 years.  Then I find out that a relative (the littlest bro) just found out he has it.  Then I went to my writering class and the guy who sat down next to me says he has it.

WTF?

So what is this?  Is it the universe trying to tell me something?  Like - when you read a novel you should take better care to believe shit written there.  Or - guess what...the world has shit going on around you all the time and you are just an oblivious dork.  Pay Attention! 

I do want to say that I am very, very, very glad that the world has stopped spinning.  I am grateful that I don't have to put up with that for 20 years.  And I would be very happy if it never happened again.  Now I have to make some tea...yes you heard me - tea.  And sit down and do some editing on my story and enjoy what the rest of the day will bring.  I guess I did name the Old Shoes and Tea Society well...seeing as I on occasion can enjoy a cuppa.