Eddie Izzard talks about having vertigo as a child:



Now he's cool. It got much better.

I hope I'm that lucky.

If I have what the doctors think I have, it's a condition that progresses to both ears in 50% of patients, and can hang around for decades, damaging your hearing, making you unable to work or even get out of bed for hours or days. It doesn't seem like something that just sponteneously "gets better."

I'd rather not be rolling down a hill in a barrel for the rest of my life.

Welcome to the Dizzy Blog.

This is a blog about how I suddenly started getting dizzy a lot, and how I sometimes fall down, and throw up, for no reason. I don't know what I want from it. All I know is that it seems like this is what you do these days: you have a problem, and you blog about it, and it changes your life somehow, you wind up helping people or finding a cure or becoming famous. I really doubt that's going to happen here, as throwing up and falling down isn't that interesting. And I don't even know if it will ever happen again. Maybe last time was the last time. Maybe this condition, whatever it is, will go as mysteriously as it came, and in a few years I'll feel silly when I think back and rememember "oh, I started to blog about that right as I got better!"

Probably that would be OK, because it's a lot better than being sick on and off for years and years, or for forever, which is what I'm afraid will happen.

So maybe I'm trying to superstitiously harness the power of the public blog to magically mark the end-point of my illness, like how you light a cigarette so the bus will come. Maybe I'll be like so many of the blogs out there on the Internet, with just a single lonely post, a kind of "hey, I was here," leaving the reader to wonder what happened - whether the author died, or met somebody, or moved to Spain, or got better, or what.