In the Essence of Vertigo

It's been almost a week since I had vertigo and that gave me a lot of time to do absolutely nothing. It is not that I really want to do absolutely nothing but this dizzy spell had resulted in me not being able to do anything. Even as I type, I'm mustering every inch of my brain power to focus and avoid that succumbing to that annoying spinning vision of mine. I'm better now but I hope things only get better from then. *cries in lack of productivity and bedridden-ness*

I have to admit, vertigo is one of the worst diseases that had struck me. It is as if you are perpetually in the drunk state, except that the cause is unknown, the CURE is unknown and you're literally playing a waiting game for yourself to get better. Not being able to work, read, watch a sitcom or walk properly just sucks. I have to insert a sad face for exaggeration :( Feels like waiting for a relationship to happen, huh. Then again, all my analogies are always in the fundamentals of having a boy and a girl scenario, don't even know why this is so relatable to anyone in the first place.

I could consider myself slightly blessed that I'm interning now instead of schooling or working full time lest the mountains of work to worry about; but it doesn't feel right not having to be at work either. Nevertheless, I guess I managed to learn little more of myself having this six days "break" (not really a break more of the test of endurance towards mindless suffering) in solitude and sadness waiting for this dizzy spell to pass.

THIS TOO SHALL PASS.