#endolymphatic hydrops

So I got the “I’m tired, too, but I still do things” from my mom today. She doesn’t get it. I tried to explain, and she still wants me to call my doctor, which I will when I’m a bit better. I don’t want to call now and make an appointment and be too fatigued to make the appointment. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. It has to be because I have to drive my mom to a doctor’s appointment tomorrow afternoon no matter what. *sigh* This has been a really rough three days.

I only just realized this: the reason I’m so bad at side-scrolling games is that they usually require your character to move left-to-right, and involve enemies which move towards them right-to-left. And since I can’t accurately track right-to-left motion, I can’t tell where the enemies are.

person from my medical insurance company who called to Educate Me On The Additional Services I May Be Eligible For, and has gotten increasingly worried- and solicitous-sounding over the course of the call: Well, just so you know, we can definitely help you through the process of getting a mobility aid - cane, walker, or whatever - whenever you feel you’re ready for that step.

I had to temporarily delete all the music from my phone to fit the Laws, which is probably at least as bad for me as wading through moldy files describing death. I put on my headphones, turn on the Peaceful Forest Sounds generator, and my shattered, spasming auditory organs wring what meaning they can out of it, spin it out into aggressive shika deer vocalizatons. Nostalgic. Nostalgia is Orientalism, and also death.

An exciting day for my skull.

At the end of the inner-ear test, the guy very cautiously suggested that, for the time being, I might want to try using a cane to help me judge distances/my own velocity better.

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