My dizziness has returned this week. Maybe the adrenaline of the previous days kept me from noticing it, but it's much worse. I nearly fell down walking into the library just now.
Guess I have to bite the bullet and call the doctor for an appointment. Sigh.
Of course, in true hypochondriac fashion, all I can think about is the possibility of a brain tumor. Too many TV shows, I think. There are lots of other less freaky options, of course. Let me just say that there is no such thing as "mild vertigo." It's like motion sickness without the changing scenery.
And it seems to be worse at work for some reason. Maybe it's blood pressure. Maybe it's the flourescent lights....maybe I need a three-week vacation from life.