So, I haven't posted in forever because I got sick. Flat out, butt in your bed for a week sick. No biggie, it happens to all of us, right? Then, once I start feeling a little bit better dh got to come home for 2 days. YAAAY!! We weren't able to be together for Valentine's Day so he surprised me with an adorable picnic in our completely empty, kid & noise-free new house. Complete with roses, tulips and chocolate. Heaven! Then on Sunday I start having dizzy spells. Bad ones. Hubby, meanwhile has had to leave again to Fort 'Lost in the Woods'. After a day or two in bed with no break from the dizziness I go see the dr. She prescribes me 'Meclizine' because it may be some leftover nonsense from my cold that's causing the dizziness. After picking up the rx I take a look at the little warning stickers they put on the bottle. This is the good part :
#1 -"May cause drowsiness. Alcohol could intensify this effect. Use caution when operating a car or dangerous machinery." ---- I'm always tired anyway so that's a given. Don't drink so I'm good there. As for the driving and dangerous machinery- WELL, DUH!!!
#2- "May cause dizziness." Seriously? Isn't that what I'm hoping to prevent? Honestly...
#3- "This medicine may cause blurred vision." Ok, at this point I'm pretty sure it's not worth taking.
Luckily for me, my endocronologist squeezes me into his insanely busy schedule today and we find the answer to my dizziness right away. Blood pressure was way too low. I've been used to it being really high because of the thyroid and then adrenal tumors. The aldactone I take for the tumors has been doing its job so I can finally quit taking the bp meds. Thank heavens for small victories, right?
On the way home from the dr (my sister is driving so I can 'use caution with dangerous machinery)' we pass one of those people who stand on the corner in the funny costumes waving signs so you'll rush over to a- sign up and get free cell phones, b- get a $5 footlong, etc... Problem is, this guy? He's wearing a fat suit. Inflated fat suit. With a serious plumber's crack. If that wasn't bad enough when he turned around we saw that he was also wearing a pseudo kilt. complete with sporran. Topping it all off was a clown wig and make up. I need not mention that this sighting induced a panic and disgust that had us screaming at the endlessly long red light. Low blood pressure? Not anymore, thankyouverymuch! It's gone way up by now I 'm quite sure. There was even a guy with a mohawk walking down the sidewalk who joined in with the dancing, kilted clown.
Only in Vegas. What happened in Vegas? Please stay there. I'm outta here.
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