Of course anyone who knows me knows that I am accident prone. When I spend a day working in the studio or in the garage on a car the standard query is "...and you didn't hurt yourself?". This question is usually asked with a bit of incredulity. Well, I got out of bed this morning, hopped up as I usually do, and went into the dining room where the whole world started to spin around into a vortex sucking me towards the floor. On the way down I was able to manage banging my chin on the edge of a table (still kind of sore) and cleaning lamp, plant and everything else off the table and onto the floor. What a racket! Woke everyone in the house up I suspect. From there I went downstairs, did my morning workout and have had no ill effects.
I called my doctor, he had an opening, so I went in to see him. "Vertigo" was the diagnosis. Good movie. I've always liked Hitchcock. I'm not gonna take the pills!