I’m a little amazed and horrified at how quickly my world is literally turned upside down when I miss just one dose of my crazy pills.

I slept in the spare room on Sunday night because Ed is still suffering from a cold from hell and he had to get up at 4:30 Monday morning to fly to Calgary. I was exhausted when I crawled into my sad little bed, and while I remembered that my pills were in the other room, I was already mostly asleep and couldn’t be bothered to fetch my sanity. I figured I would just take the pill as I got ready for work in the morning, and all would be good.

Naturally, I forgot to take the pill. All the vertigo I suffered late last year came rushing back with a vengeance, and by yesterday afternoon I was trying to go about my business feeling like my head was floating three or four feet ahead of my legs. It was fucked up. Picking up some groceries after work was scary – I kept wondering when I was going to pass out and where I would end up if I did. I eventually made it home, but it was much less fun than you might think. Even after almost 5 straight years of medicated insanity, it’s nice to know that skipping one stupid pill will fuck my world.

In other news, I am trying to get an emergency appointment with the lady part doctor this morning. She was less than inclined to believe my self-diagnosis of recurring cysts, suggesting perhaps I simply had an ingrown hair and also was crazy. Well, goody for her – not only do I finally have a cyst to show her, it’s of the giant painful bastard variety. It hurts to walk, okay. And judging by the increased pain, it’s dangerously close to bursting. I’d like her to take a gander at my garden before that happens, so I get to beg for an emergency appointment. This should be fun! Hooray for bizarre medical problems that won’t go away!

Hey, has our dollar recovered yet? I’m giving some serious thought to driving six hours this weekend to buy mascara.