Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Down For The Count

This would be far more interesting if it were happening to somebody else.

Last night, at four thirty, Meg climbed into our bed. Then started talking (quite loudly) in her sleep. The sudden, unexpected yelping of my daughter promptly scared the beejesus out of me. I flipped over, far too quickly for a fossil of my advanced age. The motion spontaneously set off a vertigo attack.

The result was a lost day of work. I couldn't move without dry heaving for the better part of two hours. When the damage had passed, I collapsed on the sofa.

I opened my eyes thinking it was maybe ten in the morning. Instead it was one in the afternoon. I'd missed breakfast. And lunch. I was weak from hunger and the vertigo attack.

So, not much of a day.
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