The lottery people called me today and asked if I'd be interested in another booth. One at a mall closer to home. That makes a lot of money. I said yes.

I have been, for the last three weeks or so, having a nasty bout of vertigo. I fell in the kitchen last night, quite worried Kirsten. I still haven't gone to the doctor, but Mum actually came round one day and looked after the kids. I had woken up in the middle of the night to find that I couldn't get out of bed because I had bed-spins, despite having nothing contributory to drink since Graeme was here. Mum called in the morning while I was still in bed, and after I answered the phone the room started to spin and down I went. When I explained what had happened, as I had dropped the phone, saying, "Oh, no big deal, I got dizzy and fell down", she said, "I'll be right over." I argued with her, saying, no, I was ok, and she hung up, only to call back two minutes later and tell me she wasn't taking that for an answer, and she'd really be right over. Kirsten was horrified, and told me disgustedly that she could have looked after me. I didn't really need looking after, but Mum made pancakes for the kids, which they appreciated, and I had to go to meet my territory manager in the afternoon, and it was useful to have someone to drive me, if nothing else.

I think, however, that I am going to wait a bit longer to see the doctor. I don't want to hear that it's "nothing, just stress", again, and I equally don't want to hear that it's MS. So, until I get thoroughly disabled, I will continue to work and volunteer and study and tell people, "I have floaters" when they ask why I don't drive, and "oh, this hand is stupid", when they ask why I'm wearing a wrist brace....