Take Five–the final meeting

13 Dec

Wow… My last meeting of the vestibular group. Correction: the last meeting of this vestibular group. Continue reading


Best laid plans of mice…

12 Dec

So about 30 minutes after yesterday’s Cutie post, I knew I had completely set myself up for a fall because… Yeah, rain. It just started raining about two hours ago, and like clockwork I woke out of a dead sleep and made my obligatory offering to the porcelain god. And I just feel like crap, so I’m going to lay down and try to sleep this off with the hope that I’m not legitimately sick, but just extremely out of it due to the water falling from the sky. Here’s a tune I’ve had on repeat all yesterday afternoon to soothe my rainy mood:

Last minute edit: I just learned that Ravi Shankar passed away. Fuck it all.


11 Dec

It’s cloudy outside and it looks like rain (though I don’t necessarily feel rain–I do feel the clouds, though.) And to be perfectly hones, I feel like crawling back into bed and ruining two weeks worth of insomnia correction measures because I’m feeling a bit under the weather  Literally and figuratively. I mean, I can’t even have any self-soothing chocolate ’til Thursday. It’s going to take some serious coping mechanisms to not bust into that tub of rainbow chip frosting that I just discovered in my pantry and go to town on that high fructose corn syrup like they’re no longer subsiding it. But it’s winter, which means I have a secret weapon: Cuties. Continue reading

The power of no

10 Dec

I remember a few years back when Jim Carey played a conservative debbie downer in the movie Yes Man. In this film, he was introduced to the power of “yes,” a pseudo-cultish technique whereby you say “yes” to everything (whether you want to or not) in an extreme attempt at inculcating an open, welcoming attitude for life. I liked that movie (Zoey Deschanel was in it, too–love her,)  but uh… yeah the technique is full of crap. Continue reading

Vaguely passable caricatures of competence

9 Dec

Long-term dizziness is not something easily incorporated into one’s life. It does things to a person. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. When visual perception is compromised and anxiety sets in, the self-esteem takes a pretty big hit. The feeling of insufficiency and incompetence pervades your motions, your emotions, your psyche. It takes training and extraordinary amounts of time to turn a disability into something that is as natural as having arms or a nose–to wear it like it’s the most normal thing about your person. Once the acceptance begins to play a larger role, there are moments when you begin to feel as if you aren’t playing at being who you say you are–you just are. Continue reading