just in case anyone reading yesterday's entry thinks that I'm feeling sorry for myself, or sorry to be myself, or just plain sorry, let me rephrase...

vertigo is a trip.

It's like the world becomes a very mobile and unpredictable place.

Once I sort of get the hang of a particular outbreak (I don't know what else to call it?) I can roll with it, it makes me feel quite literally as if I'm always just pleasantly drunk. Without any of the annoying side effects like telling the same stories over and over again. Or wanting to kiss random people. (Oh, no, wait, scratch that, the random kissing urge still happens. not related to the vertigo)

This evening I went to my police volunteer group meeting, and for some obscure reason I left my purse sitting on a bush in the driveway. Along with my coat and my notebook. I got to the meeting clutching a pen I had in my pocket, and Dale, who was sitting by the door said, "You'll need some paper" and I said, "I've left my bag and my notebook sitting in my driveway." He said, because he's 67 and worries about these things, "You should phone home and tell them to bring it inside" Then I realized my phone was in the pocket of my bag... One of the officers lent me his phone, but I could tell by the look on his face that he had filed me in the "dippy chick" file, and that if I ever call to report anything missing, he's going to tell me to check the bushes in my driveway.