Nineteen years old driving home from the late shift at Future Shop Music blasting Tool, Aenima in my ‘85 Honda Civic when suddenly I am so dizzy and disorientated that I can’t see straight. I pull over and assess myself. Can I drive the rest of the way home? Would Maynard be mad cause I had to turn the Tool down? What the fuck is wrong with me? I decide I can make it. I concentrate as hard as humanly possible and drive- probably one of the dumber things I’ve done. When I get out of the car it feels as if the earth is sort of falling out from underneath me but not. I grip my car to walk. When I get to the end of the hood I actually have to figure out how I’m going to get to the edge of the house to get around back to my basement suite without injuring myself. I let go of the car and stagger so far left I think I’m a goner but manage to stagger back right and fall into the house so I can grip, feel and fall down to my door.

I’d love to say things got better once I get inside but I’d like to mention because I was living alone that I made it to the bathroom before the vomiting started cause once it started it did not stop. Not even at my drunkest, my most idiotic self inflicted two to three day recoveries from drug binges NOTHING had ever made me THIS sick. Back and forth from the bathroom to the bedroom. Moaning, crying, falling, crawling. I’d really like to know how the FUCK I didn’t cover that suite in vomit.

Morning arrives and I call my mommy and daddy I do not remember what was said in this conversation I also call my landlord who lives up stairs and beg him to take me to the hospital. He obviously assumes I’m drunk because he says NO. I must have kept them up during the night barfing etc. because finally he caves and comes down to get me. I puke all the way out to his car, out the window of his car and he drops me at the doors to emergency.

I sit in emergency scared as fuck barfing into whatever they hand me filling one after another whilst barely able to sit up until someone finally realizes I’m in no condition to be left sitting out in emergency by myself- I needed to be like actually admitted.

You want fun? It starts here. They give me some T’3s first, the headache that is following me around was on the back burner compared to the rest of the shit going on but is bad and I think I had a fever too. Next, I get a shot in the ass. Once they have me stable- and when I say stable I mean not barfing cause umm this is still just the beginning. The vertigo is so far from over at this point had I of known how much fun I was heading for in the coming weeks I’d of shot myself. From here they take me in for a CT Scan where they confirm that I’m suffering from Labyrinthitis. There is NOTHING they can do for me. I get to wait it out. All they can do is control the barfing. I’m told that when MOST PEOPLE get this ‘disorder’ I will not only have for life now but that it can reoccur at ANY time, NORMALLY they will see fluid fill only two maybe three [tops] inner ear canals of the three in each ear. LUCKY ME ALL SIX ARE FULL!!!!!!!! Cases as bad as mine are seen maybe once a month they tell me, if even.

Honestly I just want to die. This is at a time when I have about three friends in Vancouver I’ve lived here not even four months. The hospital has no rooms [big surprise] and I’m left to pass in and out of consciousness in the hallway until what looks like an Angel appears somewhere before me I can’t focus on ANYTHING. It turns out to be Spockette, [my now MOH] she and her cousin spring me from the joint and take me to my bed where I stay for a FULL TWO WEEKS. I can’t read, watch any movies, tv, nothing. ALL I can do is sit/lay and do NOTHING while happy I’m not barfing anymore but bored and depressed as shit cause I’m not able to walk without holding shit or falling over and work just LOVES me missing OVER two weeks.

Apparently this experience made me a stronger person or something.

MY POINT

I have this shit right now. NOT AS BAD. BUT

Ever since I got it [in 1998] every time I get a little dizzy which is a lot because my balance has never been the same, ask anyone who walks more than a block with me, I let that little FUCK IM GETTING Labyrinthitis SNEAK into my head and quickly let it fall out my good ear. Last Friday I went to get out of bed and instead of it taking the normal two to three seconds to gain my balance I practically fell out the bedroom door throwing my hands out to grab whatever was closest. I had a good laugh at myself but quickly realized something was WRONG. I crashed onto the computer chair and smashed my elbow into the wall. Labyrinthitis came into my mind but I honestly thought it was allergy related and was happy that coincidently I had a doctors appointment where I could be like UMMMMM BITCH my right nostril feels like it is going to fall out from this nasal spray shit and OH YAH now I have to take Gravol just to walk straight.

Wasn’t allergies is this fucking Labyrinthitis SHIT again and I’m being a huge cunt right now and I do not advise getting close to me. I’m supposed to be going back to work and need shirts and every time I find one that covers my arm tattoo the one on my back shows fucking having to conform fuck YOU.
I gave up trying to shop for shirts when my Mom called and I acted like a five year old and flipped out over something to do with my wedding dress, made a bridezilla scene and decided I was WAY to sick to be shopping whether I need work shirts or not. I cried like a spoiled brat the whole walk home cursing this that and everything. Fuck it I’m going into construction for real.

I do not have this Labyrinthitis even close to as bad as last time. It is coming on in ‘attack’ form this time. It is not constant or consistent and Gravol is keeping it at bay.

Pretty much the last thing I need right now considering for something that CAN re-occur at any time it decides to show up when my BIRTHDAY is next week [please see wish list], almost 10 years later and right in the middle of the wedding planning, RIGHT when I need to FLY up north AND right when I decide it is time to head back out to work. Thank you LUCK!!!! I LOVE you now fuck OFF.

I hate everything right now and will kick you if you piss me off. Oilers lose tonight and I may have to kick the TV.

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