What’s So Good About It?

I woke up this morning with an acute case of vertigo. It had been a long time since I suffered a bout. I had my first taste of it in April 2000, while doing work study at the Graduate Studies office at Emerson College. Not long after arriving, I became so dizzy I could no longer sit at my desk, so I slipped to the floor to lie down. My supervisor called an ambulance, and I had to be carried down the elevator in a special chair. I remember throwing up all over the paramedic and then apologizing profusely. The only thing I had in my stomach was the Dr Pepper I’d drunk that morning.

Once in the ER, I was diagnosed with vertigo (BPPV). It took a couple days to recover, mostly via sleeping and doing odd head exercises they’d taught me.

Since then, I’ve had vertigo a handful of times. It got bad again when I was pregnant. And it happens most often in winter and spring, times when my sinuses are troubled and thus affecting my inner ear. But I hadn’t had a bout this bad in at least five years, maybe more, so I was very surprised to wake up dizzy and unable to lift or turn my head.

Well, I tried to get up anyway. But I kept listing to the left and when I tried to walk, I walked into walls. So I went back to bed and shouted instructions to the three kids as they got ready for school. I’m very fortunate they’re old enough to get themselves together, and that we live close enough to the school that we walk, so they were able to get to school on their own.

There’s the silver lining: It could have been worse.

My husband came home from work to make sure someone would be able to pick up the kids and also take the oldest to his orthodontist appointment this afternoon. I slept and was able to sit up a little after. Eventually, many sinus meds and vertigo exercises later, I got up and showered and can now walk around a bit. Still can’t turn my head completely in either direction, and I can’t bend over at all, but it’s progress.

We take a lot for granted in life. Sometimes, things like a bout of vertigo are a good reminder that there are no promises. We’re lucky and should be grateful for what we have.

Happy Good Friday and enjoy your Easter holiday, whatever your religious affiliation. May every ending in your life be a new beginning, and may good always spring from your trials.


The press release about our would-be movie went out yesterday in the Total Licensing Report, and the production company now has us featured on their site. I’m excited, of course, but also trying not to get ahead of myself. There’s still quite some distance between this and production.

Having pneumonia put a cramp in my usual walks and exercise, but I’m slowly getting back into it. I’m still having to curb it a bit, and that’s frustrating because I was at a really good point and now I have to build back up again. But the past couple mornings I’ve seen this little hummingbird that’s such a dark shade of green he’s almost black . . . It reminds me of Kenneth Patchen’s “little green blackbird.” And this morning I saw the hummingbird on a branch beside a bright yellow goldfinch, and for whatever reason that just made my day.

Today’s walk:

1. “I Can Only Think of You” by Pure Prairie League
2. “Holiday in Spain” by Counting Crows
3. “Home” by American Authors
4. “Downfall” by Matchbox Twenty
5. “Fireflies” by Owl City
6. “Real World ’09” by Rob Thomas
7. “Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On” by Jimmy Buffett
8. “Gimme Another Chance” by Pure Prairie League

I like how my iPod bookended with Pure Prairie League.

And I like the pairing of “Holiday in Spain,” which is about getting away, and “Home.”

I’m not much of a crier, but Buffett’s song about Hurricane Katrina and the devastation it wreaked on my home city gets me every time.

Still, there’s something open and optimistic about today. As I walked, I felt like all things were possible. Like maybe obstacles only exist within us; we make them ourselves. For the Universe there are no obstacles, and if we leave ourselves open to all possibilities, then wonderful things can happen. Bad things, too, maybe, but I feel like it’s worth the risk to live an open-hearted life.


Had surgery this morning on my right index finger. Complicates my writing a bit, but the alternative would have been a permanently painful and deformed finger.

It’s not even that I injured myself or anything; my fingernail started growing a weird, subcutaneous spur. Huh.

Anyway, huge bandage on my right hand for the next week. And pain meds. Should be fun, make my writing a tad more colorful.

And tonight my play is premiering, so . . . Let’s hope I don’t make a fool of myself or anything.