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For most of June and most of July, I wondered every morning whether today would be the day, and every night if this was the night. Just in case, I shaved every day during the worst part of it. If I had to be hauled off to the emergency room, I didn’t want to look like a slob. On the worst days I wore my best underwear, too. Just in case.
Since we last met I’ve seen three different doctors. One was an eye doctor, but he might turn out to be the one who helps me the most. I’ll find out when I get my new glasses in a week or two. My regular doctor is treating me for high blood pressure (and to be fair, that seems to be working, although I’m not convinced the side effects of the medication aren’t almost as bad as the condition itself).
While my doctor was inconveniently on vacation, I saw a fill-in doctor, because I wasn’t sure I’d make it until my doctor returned. Chest pains and dizziness were the symptoms, although the substitute ruled out any cardiac problems by giving me an EKG, which I passed with an A+. I think the relief of knowing that made the pains go away. (I also think a lot of it was stress over the other symptoms, and possibly a bit of indigestion, to which I am often susceptible.)
This fill-in doctor questioned me in depth and decided that the dizziness is likely caused by allergies, which as we all know have been worse for everyone around here this year than they’ve been for many years. He started me on pills and a spray and had the nurse wash the gunk out of my ears. I can’t say that this was an absolute total instantaneous miracle cure, but I think it’s helping. I still have dizzy spells sometimes, but not constantly like before, and not with the same degree of teetering.
I still teeter, but in a more upright fashion, with less chance of tottering all the way over. And I never did have to get hauled to emergency. So there’s that.
One way I added to the allergy fight on my own was hiring my yard guy to cut back the high grasses that surround my house. He also put down cardboard covered with wood chips in the area around my front door (the area I used to call my garden, although that description hardly applies now). At least it looks better, and at least it won’t need cutting again for years, instead of weeks. | 
