When the doctor told me the causes of vertigo, she tossed out at the end, "And stress. A very small number of cases are caused by stress." It was no surprise to me that stress caused my head to spin. I was happy that the cause was vertigo and not something worse, like an aneurysm, which was my second thought, the one that followed my first thought of "make it stop." It was only vertigo, which was an immediate relief, but it meant spending the next 10 days keeping my head up for fear of the spins.
It's now mostly passed, which means I can turn on my side in bed without grasping the air, searching for something to steady my brain.
This I could not do because I would have become dizzy enough to fall into the fan.
The fan is running nonstop because the dry wall mud isn't drying - despite being the quick set stuff. We've been delayed a few days, and with rain in the forecast for the end of the week, the guys better be working fast to get as much done as possible.
In the meantime, we lost the only working sink in the house.
We have to use the bathtub faucet to wash hands and brush teeth, which the kids view as a ploy to lure them into bathing more.
Our only mirror left too, which means I now put on my makeup in the front yard using a mirror salvaged from the scrap heap. That was after a failed attempt to use Photo Booth on my MacBook for makeup application.
We are the hot mess of the neighborhood.