The Dizzy

So the dizziness I had last night got worse. The entire world was all... wobbly. Anyway, we ended up asking advice of Boyfriend's parents... In the middle of the night. Should we go to the hospital?

J. took my blood pressure (normal) and told me to drink enough and go to bed. The world spun even when I closed my eyes.

Luckily, the doc was back from holiday and didn't require an appointment. He determined it's either because I stopped taking my meds a while back, or because of an inner-ear problem. I need to get an appointment with an ear-nose-throat specialist and let him take a look. Sadly, it's Friday today and I didn't get the number to the guy until ten minutes after he stopped taking calls. Boo.

In the meanwhile, I've got a herbal remedy that reduces the heavy-storm-on-a-ship sensation to a bearable occasional wigglewiggle. I'm allowed to take up to six a day and it's supposed to last me through the weekend. Let's hope it's something small.

In the meanwhile, Iggy has discovered he likes nomnoms. He's started eating, and his hunger strike of the first few days demands he replenishes his reserves. On top of that, Boyfriend brought doggy junk food. Iggy likes it so much, he considered briefly climbing our relatively high coffee table, until Boyfriend told him 'No, Iggy'.

The longing for treats is almost big enough for him to overcome his fear of humans. He came closer than he wanted to follow a trail of treats, and even tried to convince himself he wanted to try and eat from my hand. Yeah, the fear won on the last one.

I tried putting him on my lap with a treat and ignore him, but his little doggy mind went ohnoespeoplesaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah until he was put down at a safe distance. He hasn't moved an inch from the spot I put him apart from the shifting necessary to fall into an exhausted sleep.

Don't worry, I put him down near his water bowl and food. All's going to be well. Eventually.

I'm going to take my second anti-vertigo tablet and take him down to do his business after it's kicked in.