Despite my previous blog entry, my health still falls into the shadier category of existance. Today I woke up feeling dizzy for the umpteenth time in a row. I ate some breakfast, hailed a cab, and went to the drop-in medical clinic. After waiting 3 hours for an appointment, the doctor informed me I'm probably suffering from depression (which, just for the record, I most definitely am not) because I conveniently fit into the age, gender and general profile of someone with anxiety problems. That, and because he narrowed down the causes of my vertigo. Street drugs are NOT the problem. (Thanks for clearing that up for me doc!) Oh, and apparently I'm a liar, too:
"Are you on medication?" No. "Do you have allergies?" I have seasonal allergies. "Do you take anything for them?" I was taking Claritin last week just to relieve my cold symptoms. "So why did you lie when I asked if you were on medication?"
To placate my disagreeing nature he did some bloodwork. But not before he left the nurse's office, with a wink encouraging me to "talk to someone" about my "dysphoria."
I hate the walk-in clinic.
I have decided that I am going to get better. I am going to ignore this persistant dizziness. Cross my fingers and hope that it goes away. And here's how I'm going to do it: start living life like normal again. The first step? Blogging.