Thursday, January 27, 2011
Close to Nowhere
Vertigo and Mr. Miller
• I’ve had an inner ear infection before, many years ago, so I realized what it was when I woke last Friday morning and the entire bedroom was spinning around.
Since there was snow on the ground again, and my doctor drives from Memphis, Tenn., she wasn’t in the office Friday. I probably wouldn’t have gone anyway, but at least, I did think about it!
I looked it up on the Mayo Clinic website -- it’s not an inner ear infection, it’s labyrinthitis. Seems like part of the tangled-looking “stuff” inside your inner ear is called a labyrinth. That’s where ear fluid lives and when your labyrinth gets off kilter, the fluid sloshes around, and while you may be standing perfectly still outside, your insides and brain are spinning like a top! (And that is not quoting the Mayo Clinic!)
It’s also really nauseating!
Tuesday morning, when I thought I was getting better, my youngest granddaughter bounced into the house at 5 a.m. Days her mom works, she and her big sister feed the horses before school. Being awake and cheerful, even at 5 a.m., she bounced right up and into bed with me.
Although I should have been, I was not quite awake. I’d only hit the snooze button once and was wishing that I really didn’t have to get up yet.
When a granddaughter bounces on you and your bed, you wake up all the way fast! And, even with labyrinthitis, you sit up fast.
Then you fall down. Fast. Fortunately for Remy, I was also non-functional long enough for her to get away.
All day, the vertigo had been worse than usual. I’m thinking my labyrinth got really confused and didn’t want to settle down.
If you see me somewhere, and I’m listing to the side and wobbling, no, I don’t drink. I kinda I wish I did.
• Graham Miller passed away this weekend. Most of Holly Springs is saddened.
I can’t think of Mr. Miller without thinking about his close friend and our late co-worker, Mr. Freddie.
They were good companions for many, many years. You might not know it the way they fussed, but they loved each other.
Of all the Miller family stores, I loved Miller’s Shoe Store best. The ladies who worked for Mr. Miller were all so nice and helpful. I rarely went out of that store without at least one pair of shoes.
Mr. Miller was always there and if I could describe a shoe, he could find it for me.
He and Mr. Freddie were two of a kind -- grumpy old men. Scratch their surface and their really good hearts were exposed.
Both were characters, both were good men. Both are missed greatly!
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