I wake like a newborn foal. What is this thing called stability? The world spins when I roll over. I try to drink deep because I am thirsty, but the vessel is dry. Time to try walking.
Babies walk better than I do. Wino walk. There are things I need to do when I wake up. What were they again? Ah, the glowy thing in my hand that is mysteriously called a phone has lists on it.
Meds. Past time to take my meds. I need food for meds. Time to make oatmeal. I went to sleep with meds and vertigo, and I wake up with vertigo, still needing meds. Such is life with Meniere’s disease.
