Feeling a little better today than yesterday but I’m still dizzy. At least the doctor can tell me tomorrow if I have an inner ear infection or not. Not looking forward to the appointments, though, especially Dr. O.

Tom is getting over his own cold and has a stuffy nose and some sneezing. I still never got any kind of sneezing or coughing. Just fatigue and dizziness.

We went to Sam’s Club yesterday and to Safeway today. Got some hot food as well as a vanilla bean bath bomb because my skin is really dry. Not sure I smelled the vanilla in it but it helps my skin.

I switched back to my quilt and blanket combo because that’s just what I’m used to. I’ll be relieved after tomorrow’s appointments are out of the way and to be sleeping mostly at night so I don’t have to bother with the earbuds. Really hope these appointments don’t spawn anymore. I hope I don’t have to see Dr. O again and that Dr. A can wait until June.

Exchanged a few quick messages with Lori on Facebook and of course Kim and Aly. Maybe Kim does have some empathy within her after all because she was riding with some people to a dance that those in the Special Olympics partake in and they hit and killed a deer and she was “heartbroken,” she said. No one was hurt but the van sustained some damage and Carol and Sarah came and got her.

Aly’s doing shitty because she’s worried about her father and she has iron issues which cause her to be dizzy as well.

Last night I dreamed I was having a video chat with my very alive parents for the first time. I set up my laptop facing what appeared to be a small apartment. I was in the kitchen and the living room extended off of it and there was a slider at the end. I asked them if they could see all the way down to the slider.

I wore my hot pink tank dress and my hair was almost to my waist and parted in the middle. I slowly turned around and said, “Here’s a 360-degree view of me.”

Then when we were done, Dad had trouble getting up from whatever he’d been sitting in and I said something like, “They make gaming chairs so maybe they’ll eventually make web chatting chairs.”

In reality, my hair really is getting close to my waist. Such a pain in the ass too, but I’m not ready to cut it.