The Six Week Strop

Went back to the doctors this morning.
"Whaddaya want from me?" he asked.
"I'm deaf in one ear," I explained.
"Yeah," he said. "You and about nine others this week," he said.
"Sucks to be us," I acknowledged. "Can it maybe suck...less?"
"Nnnnnnope," he said.
"The other doctor said it should be cured in three or four days," I explained.
He burst out laughing.
"Well, that was stunningly optimistic, now wasn't it?" he said, wiping a tear out of his eye.
"Was it?"
"It was," he assured me.
"Bugger," I said. he shrugged.
"I'm walking like a drunk, man!" I whined.
"Yeah, s'called vertigo, and seasickness," he explained.
"So...how optimistic was it, exactly?"
He shrugged again.
"Most people with Labyrinthitis get cured within about six weeks," he estimated.
"Six WEEKS???!!!" I yelled, nearly falling out of my chair with something entirely unrelated to vertigo.
"Are you freakin' kiddin' me??!!" I demanded.
"Nnnnope," he said again, in a deeply irritating manner.
"All I can give you is different pills to cope with the nausea. That and bed-rest should do the trick."
"Bed-rest?"
He shrugged again. "If you can."
"I realllly can't," I said, thinking about the trip to Southampton for two days tomorrow.
"See ya then," he said.

So that's it. Six potential weeks of this crap, getting fatter and heavier all the while. Are we havin' fun yet??

Oh yeah, not for nothing - vertigo and seasickness...did I mention I have to take a couple of ferry rides tomorrow? That'll be interesting. Stick with me, nausea pills, it's gonna be quite a day.