Unos, dos, tres, catorce

Last Saturday, we were doing a car wash fundraiser for my youth group Soul Asylum Youth. I stood up quickly after cleaning the lower portion of a grill guard on a pick-up and felt as if the pavement under my feet was quickly turning to jello. So, I held on for dear life and 4 seconds later the pavement became, well, pavement again. "Maybe I'm just not getting enough water", I thought. So, I woke up Sunday morning and my bed, instead of it tradtionally being a stationary object, felt more like a hammock in a wind storm. You see, I get motion sickness anyway and this sensation made me feel as if I needed to use the trash can for other things than trash at that moment. Anyway, my dizziness progressively got better through last night but, boy howdy, it's back again. So, I made a trip to the doc and found that I've got Vertigo. It's not nearly as bad as it could be but not nearly as cool as U2 makes it sound like. I've got some sort of inner ear something or another and am taking meds and steroids for it. Alfred Hitchcock's poster of Jimmy Stewart on it is a pretty accurate portrayal of the expression on my mug the past 5 days. A very uncool version of the "oh" face.