Dec 02, 2012 00:14
But I wish I were.
Specifically, I am tried of people whining. Mostly because there are people in NYC in much worse shape, post-Sandy and THEY are not whining. I have had similar things happen to me and I am not whining. I have been dizzy for TWO MONTHS and I don't whine about it. I mean, I am sorry for your suffering, but still.
I know I should be nicer about it. But it just strikes me that the people who are complaining have so many personal resources, and the things they are suffering through will be over, and it's not even a disaster. Nobody died, It's really just an inconvenience. And I do know it's difficult to suffer through an inconvenience, but please. Understand the difference.
I would really, really like to be able to be more understanding, but I'm just not. Perhaps I should complain more.
OK, I am FED UP with this vertigo thing. I had a test on Monday to see whether it was my ears and the audiologist said not, which made me a little annoyed. So now, do I have to see a neurologist as well? Plus the test itself made me horribly nauseous and dizzy, plus the ear canal irrigation part of it made my hearing more sensitive, which is NOT what you want living in NYC. I don't understand why my mispent youth in front of speaker arrays did not destroy my hearing (I suppose in reality I should be pleased about this).
Monday I have an ENT appointment to discuss the test results, I'll know more then.
Think of it this way, I suppose: it's character building. But don't I have enough character already?
2012,
truth is stranger than fiction,
these things happen,
whine,
disaster