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Vertigo (Should be, VertiSTOP)

Ok, to satisfy your soul, Vertigo:

A San Francisco detective suffering from acrophobia investigates the strange activities of an old friend’s wife, all the while becoming dangerously obsessed with her.

Director: Alfred Hitchcock

Stars: James Stewart, Kim Novak,

I’ll let you look up the word Acrophobia. I think I know the definition but I want to get to what you REALLY want to hear about:

ME!

Last night I did not sleep very well. As happens sometimes when I don’t get enough sleep, I am a little groggy and dizzy the next day from the meds I have taken the night before (especially the dang Benadryl, I think). But, no biggie – a little coffee, a little fresh air and time, no sweat.
Well, I have some fresh eggs they gave me at church last nite, I take them and a coffee to a friend, Linda. And of course I get a coffee for myself; after all, it is Dunkin, and I am dressed and out the door. So, naturally.

Anyway, I go to the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles). I’m all excited because I finally have all the paperwork I need to transfer my license and registration to Florida’s. It has taken forevahhh!! One site said I could use either my divorce paper OR marriage license, so I send for the divorce paper, and come to find out no no, they want the marriage license. It takes literally a month to get each one. Between that and the knowledge that it’s going to cost a mint to change them over, yeah. I am just anxious to get this whole thing over with.

So anyway I get to the DMV, about 10 minutes from my friend’s house. My plan is to get out of the car about 20 minutes ahead of time and wait in line til the DMV opens. I got my coffee, I got my paperwork, I’m alllll set. The earlier you get there, theoretically the fewer people you will have in front of you.

Hey, it works in Maine.

And then it really hits me. Jeepers! Man! Sooo dizzy!

So, I sits and I sits and I sits some more in the car. I chug the whole large coffee. No help. In fact, the dizziness keeps getting worse and worse. I try anyway to get out and stand in line.

While I stand there trying to look like a normal person, I imagine them looking deep into my eyes from behind the counter saying “What are you ON, Woman!” and then giving a nod to the officers on duty. Them carting me off to the klink. Arresting me, taking my keys, losing my paperwork; the whole nine yards.
But I’ll be fine, I think to myself.
Yeah right, I counter… you’re a mess!!
After arguing with myself for about 10 minutes I go back to the car.  I have no legs to stand on. I’m weavy and dizzy and the feeling is not unlike the first time you get really drunk and have to lie down on the bed with your eyes closed – or  does that make it worse?? – and pray that you don’t puke. And one of your friends tells you that if you keep one foot on the floor you won’t throw up. Like that ever worked. I have been sober since I was 25, and I’m 56 now; I stillll remember. Oh yes.
So, I sit in the car under the Florida sun for 2 hours waiting for the feeling to pass. I can’t drive, even 25 feet away to a shady spot. I feel bad enough to want to call an ambulance because I am just trapped there! And beginning to get worried. I pray, bemoaning the fact that I WANT this car stuff done, I WANT my Florida orange license plate! Do you know how long I have been wanting that?? Poor God, probably covering His ears thinking, there goes Kat again, whining that she wants what she wants and she wants it now!! Ya know, Kat these are LUXURY problems … what about the missionaries trying to get by? What about the people who are sick or have lost loved ones, or don’t have the money to do what you are doing? Can you remember what it used to be like for you? Aren’t you being a little bit ungrateful? How about a lot ungrateful!
Now mind you the Florida sun today is not horridly hot, it is just burny. The temp outside is probably 70* but, you know, in the car, with no breeze etc., it is considerably warmer. I am feeling like a dog or a kid left behind for “just a few minutes.” Ok, I have air conditioning. I’m FINE. But the impact of the sun on my face is  pretty significant. And I can’t go anywhere. I can turn my body away from the sun but it’s not much help.
So I start texting my best friend up in Maine. I tell her what’s going on. About the dizziness. How I can hardly stand up, never mind walk, etc etc. Finally, I confess the whole truth: that I’m sitting in a parking lot and can’t go anywhere.
Of course, she can’t do anything from 1103 miles away (but who’s counting), but for some reason having her on the line makes it possible to figure out what I need to do. It is such a helpless feeling to know I can’t help her when she is up in Maine. Now the roles are in reverse.
Finally, I figure out that I can I call my friend Kim down here in Florida. I really only have two friends down here so far, friends that I could call for help, and one of them doesn’t have a car. So. Lucky Kim. It is SO hard to ask for help. I basically have to be desperate to ask. If she was the one asking I’d be there in a heartbeat but I hate hate hate to have to ask!!
So anyway, Kim comes and takes me to the Drs. Later, she and her son arrange to bring my car back to my apartment. So way above and beyond, I am so thankful!
The Dr. is new to me but he is good. So I get all checked out and everything is fine. BP, pulse, temperature, blood sugar, etc etc.
So he starts talking about vertigo. He talks like it isn’t a big deal, I mean, I suppose as long as you don’t insist upon getting behind the wheel of a dangerous weapon it isn’t a big deal. Just go lie down and you will get over it.
Basically it is benign and there is not a lot you can do about it or take for it. He showed me some exercises I can practice that will help me to cope with it. Some of these have to do with lining up the molecules in your inner ear or something like that. Shall we say  they will help you get a little equilibrium in your vestibulum or something like that? Ha ha…  But really my main concern throughout the whole thing was to know that I was ok, and he was able to reassure me. So I was happy.
So, now that you are all up to snuff, and have heard enough, I’ll tell you what acrophobia is. It’s a fear of heights.
You didn’t actually think I would leave you hanging, did you?
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♪♫ Just a dream, just a dream…

I have a blogging friend who has a blog post entitled “Just a Dream,” and every time a comment appears and I see that title, I hear that song in my head. So I guess I ought to just post to that effect and let you hear the song. Possibly that will make it go away lol. Check in will follow below:

SO! A dream. I had Propofol when I had my colonoscopy (see my previous blog entry about it, which has a pretty funny video by Damon Wayans and Lou Rawls), and I don’t remember a durn thing. I’ve had I think Versed before but there was a question that it was what made me vomit during my endoscopy (could have been other factors of course).

So, anyway, it’s not the colonoscopy that’s the problem, it’s the durn prep. Everyone tells you that but I still want to say it, lol. So, I had to take a whole bottle of Miralax, which works excellently if you want to feel like you are um, urinating through your, um, bottom. How’s that for as unoffending as possible. 😉 It actually is better than the old “Go-Lytely” they used to make you drink. And “Go-Lytely” is a misnomer, in case you were wondering (shudder).

I also had to be on clear liquids for an extra day this time, because the last time I prepped, it did not, um, work thoroughly. Now why can’t I just come out and say what needs to be said? Because poop and poop jokes are “not done, my dear.” Ok, I’ll go along with that, this time.

ANYway, the only result I’ve received from the doctor regarding the colonoscopy, so far, is that they found a large polyp in my ascending colon.

It’s not uncommon to find polyps, but they remove them during the colonoscopy, as polyps can sometimes become cancerous.. They will biopsy the thing (something they do routinely) and get back to me in 7-10 days.

WELL. After 2 days of clear liquids, I had developed a couple of food cravings. One, an Italian sandwich from Amatos (There is nothing like it, anywhere!)

And another craving I had, you guessed it:

No no, NO to Starbucks! It’s the DUNK, all the way. And with creamer. Because I could have had coffee those two days, up til 11:30 am. But I can’t drink coffee without my creamer. Nuh uh.

SO. Anyway. My good friend and I munch munched, but I could only eat half the sandwich. Still had room for half a

whoopie pie, which I love love love – again from Amatos (they have the 2nd best whoopie pie I can buy around here. Wicked Whoopie is the best).

(Did I ever tell you I have a problem with food? Well, only when I think about it. Otherwise, it’s CHOWWW TIIIIME!)

Ok, what else.

So anyway. I caught up w/ my friends, the IRL ones, and on the computer, in the evening. I went to bed around 10, read for a while, then zz…

And woke up 4 hours later.

Oh well. Was able to eat my other half sandwich at 5 a.m. (why not?) and refrained from eating the other half a whoopie pie because BOY does that stuff eat up my calorie allowance! (WHAT calorie allowance!)

Well, so that is me so far today, did you like it? Let me know. I’m gonna get ready to go to Staples this morning with a friend, and torture myself with all the things I’d like to have. (Staples is almost better than Amatos!).

Ciao!