Pam and I are not well.

I've had vertigo issues for about a month. For several years, in fact, on a recurring basis, but this time it's come and stuck. Driving me nuts. One day at work, I went into the bathroom in our warehouse area, locked the door, laid down on the tile floor, and tried to sleep it off. A coworker found me. I relocated to my office, where I closed the door and curled up on the floor with my jacket (a pillow! how wonderful!).

So I set up a doctor's appointment, and that came on Thursday morning. The doctor thinks I have Miniere's disease, an ear disorder that seems to defy treatment. Just have to live with it.

Meanwhile, Pam headed off to Redimed with her dad. She's been off work all week. Had what seemed to be back problems, then on Monday became very very warm, just burning up with fever. That broke the next day, but she's still felt lousy. She threw up all Wednesday night, so it seemed wise to try Redimed in search of a solution.

Well, she's got a bladder and kidney infection, bad one, and if she hadn't gone to the doctor (and gotten shots and medication), I'd probably be visiting her in the hospital right now.

What a pair. I'm actually doing okay right now (this thing hasn't hit REAL hard for a couple weeks, at least not like that aforementioned day at work), but it's vexing nonetheless. Pam should be okay by Monday, the doctor says. Meanwhile, I've got a balance test scheduled, and have to cut down on salt and caffeine. No more morning trips to Starbucks, unless I can learn to like decaf. Which I'll probably need to do.

What a sorry pair we are.