It was a rough week at Puzzoni World Headquarters. Diana started the week with probably her worst BPPV attack ever. You know it's bad news when you find your wife crawling around and trying to stop the world from moving, when it's actually still. This flavor of vertigo is entirely mechanical (and we've attempted the Epley Maneuver to right it), and it's not like the symptoms she was battling a few months ago caused by a combination of headaches, hormones and muscle pain. A few years ago we learned all about vertigo and the many ways it can affect her, and this was very plainly the BPPV version.
She started to feel relatively human by Wednesday, after a whole lot of going nowhere, but even today, she wasn't comfortable enough to drive to a hair appointment. I saw a lot of the inside of Publix this week, assumed bus stop duty, etc. Somehow I managed to still bill 40 hours at work, and put in extra time for my mentoring responsibilities. Go me.
Simon woke up early complaining about hurting ears, and by early afternoon it was clear that he wasn't well. I don't recall any time since he had pneumonia, shortly after turning 2, that he has been so lethargic, quiet and generally disinterested in the world. It's kind of heartbreaking to see that. If that weren't bad enough, anxiety about the doctor, and some kind of connection that medicine causes throwing up, has had him heaving up mostly water starting at the doctor. In any case, he's rolling with an ear infection, and he's miserable.
I'm not used to taking care of everyone, but you've gotta get it done. I just want my little unit to be feeling like themselves again. Hopefully tomorrow is better. My biggest concern now is that I feel suboptimal, so here's hoping that's short-lived. I got through December without so much as a cold, and that's pretty unusual.
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