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Up at 7am this morning, after finally dropping off to sleep around 4am (in bed nearly 2 hours at that point), with my back screaming so loud that it took me nearly ten minutes to crawl across the hall to the bathroom. I managed 'upright, mostly' with the aid of the bathroom sink, using it as a lever to haul myself up. Staggered out to the living room enroute to my desk when the first round of vertigo hit and planted me back on the floor, a full load of sheets toppling out of the chair I collided with and landing on top of me. I'm thankful that I went down forwards instead of sideways; instead of sheets, it would've been the iron-reinforced frame of the tan sofa. And so my day has gone. There've been no vertigo attacks since the one just before noon, so I'm hoping that part of it's done. There's still some fairly serious nausea issues, but I'm at least keeping some food down now.

I so adore pain spikes. So much fun.

I've been offline until the last half hour or so; in addition to the physical effects there's the mood warping. It's been one of those 'Ellie is in a bad mood... we'll stay far far away' kind of days; I'm snappish and hair triggered today and have ripped new rears for a half dozen folks so far. If I seem to be less than responsive, it's mostly because I don't want to alienate any more friends. The bad spikes like this one usually only last 20-25 hours, and then things subside to the normal-but-elevated levels I run at nowadays.

Tomorrow will be better. For the moment, I'm going to ... do something. I haven't a clue -what- yet, but... I need something to divert my attention.