So uh, got slapped with a murder wave of vertigo earlier. Staring in the far distance did nothing to try and centre my brain. My bucket was my dearest of friends. I was vibrating… and I think that it all adds up to ‘should’ve called 999/gone to A&E’. I told Z that, so we’ll think about what we want to do about that tomorrow. For today, just having a bit of dry toast, gonna take my night meds, and just go straight the eff to bed now. I might be upright for the second, but I can feel that it’s not the true way. Send me healing thoughts, or whatever.