Have you ever had Vertigo? You know, that horrible affliction complete with severe dizziness, vomiting, and pooping your insides out. Uh huh. Nasty. Well, I happened to get it around four years ago and it lingered with me (even after the really nasty part subsided), for approximately four months. Well, my condition just came back - not as bad as the very first time - but bad enough. I hate being dizzy, with my eyes spinning in sixteen different directions, and the nausea that continues until you have the dry heaves. Yuck! The only thing that really helps is a technique called the Eperley (?) Maneuver which requires a doctor's prescription, to send you to the hospital for physical therapy, and unfortunately all my doctors were booked solid or out of the office. So I am managing as best as I can. Lon and I tried to do the maneuver ourselves, but it only made me more nauseated. So, I guess I am left to spin until I can shake this stupid condition. Around and around she goes!
I remember years ago when we took the kids to Disneyworld when they were seven and five. Of course, Jenna wanted to ride the spinning teacups. She and I rode that ride for a long time, spinning, and spinning, and . . . gulp . . . .spinning. I didn't get terribly sick from it (possibly because I was in my 20's at the time) but I remember having a dull headache and a bit of queasiness the whole rest of the day and into the evening that we were there. Hate that spinning!!!!
Hey, wasn't Easter great this year? What nice warn weather. Dan and Tammy came from Minnesota on Friday and had the girls here on Saturday. We all went to town to order the dresses for the girls to wear to Dan's wedding. They each picked out a beautiful long dress in different styles which fit their individual bodies perfectly. The color they are wearing is black, which looks so classy and chic. We all had to laugh when Abby who is only eleven, firmly declared that SHE was not going to wear a strapless gown. Sadly, we had to break the news to her that the only way she would be able to wear anything strapless at this point of her life is with the help of lots of double-stick tape. We had supper at my place and then the girls played board games with Dan and Tammy. Yipes, but they are all so competitive. Since the girls had to go home Saturday night, I sent some filled Easter Eggs for Cate to hide for Abby on Sunday morning, since she likes our egg hunts.
On Sunday, Jenna and Alec came out for Easter dinner. Nina and Larry also joined us, since their kids and grandkids were all sick or just plain not feeling well. We had a good time. I always give the grandkids an Easter card with money in it. This year, I put a bunch of one dollar-bills in Alec's, since he had his very own wallet now and likes to take it to Wal-Mart and play the claw machines. When he saw the bills, he whooped, "WHOO WHOO!" Then Jenna went out and hid eggs for him to have his own little "hunt". Fun!
COMMERCIAL COMMENT: I really like that new TV commercial for some Health Medical Services. It shows a stout/chunky built lady and man standing in their kitchen. Suddenly, "their" song starts to play on the radio. I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE from the Dirty Dancing movie. The man makes the mistake of turning his back to the lady just as she takes a running start and leaps into the air, intending to land in his arms like in the good old days and just like it showed in the movie. Unfortunately, he was not paying attention and the lady crashes into him and the kitchen table, smashing him and the table flat. Then when consulting their doctor over Skype on the computer, her explanation for their injuries was simply, "I came in too hot." There was some warning at the end of the commercial about Avoid Wild Dancing and other Rythmic Activities. I say, GOOD FOR HER! If she is not self-conscious about her body size and wants to dance like she is still 18, so be it. However, she just might want to give her husband a heads-up that she is racing toward him. You know, a little warning may save a trip to the Skype doctor.
Sister Karen sent me a letter yesterday, and included in it was a birth notice that they used to put in the newspaper around here. She must have found it amongst Mom and Dad's old papers that she is going through. Anyhoo, it says "Announcing A new daughter At St. Luke's --- Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth Paul, Central City, a daughter July 7". (that's me).
Karen sent it along with a note of explanation. "I found this little announcement in the papers, so you can be sure that you are REALLY our sister!" The story my three older, incredibly mean sisters always told me when I was little, was that years ago the family was traveling down south in some God-forsaken area and they came across some poor white folk who had too many kids to take care of, so they gave Mom and Dad one of theirs. ME!! Whenever the girls told this tale, I wailed to Mother "Is that true?", she would simply answer, "Don't be ridiculous!" Somehow, a definitive YES or NO would have probably been easier to take. The niggling little doubt in my mind lasted for years. Perhaps, it is possible that my real name is something like Elsie Mae Lulabelle Magillstrap. Yup, that is definitely another piece of the puzzle as to why I am the way I am.
HAIR REPORT: I don't a current photo to show you, but the old hair is actually growing. I like to comb it straight out from my head when I wash it, just too see how far out it sticks. If I use a curling lotion, it actually looks somewhat curly when it dries.
I know you are going to hate me for this, but one last note. Yes, I went to another funeral today. We had this lovely lady who lived right next door to Little Ma. Deb was about my age and was the sweetest lady. She had been fighting leukemia for the last four years, but then developed pnuemonia a few weeks ago and finally passed away last Saturday. Another wonderful soul has left us.
I guess it is time for me to wrap up in a nice warm blanket and sit back and watch the room spin.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL