Last time I posted something referring to ears, The Child's Ear, which was metaphor, I was amused that there were hits from people/sites looking for medical information.
This concerns a brush with vertigo, but medics, sufferers and hypochondriacs and anyone else looking for answers may prefer to abstain from reading this and return to their Google search.

About that bout -- not so humorous-- it began in the early hours following a mediocre night's sleep, accompanied me to the kitchen, persisted through my first coffee and through a fruitless discussion about coffee and insomnia as I tried to ignore the countertop rocking like a boat on rough seas and couldn't hold my mug upright. I hadn't had alcohol for days, it wasn't that. Was I off kilter? Uncentered? Displaced? Distressed? Depressed? Was this the final punch of a month-long cold before it left the arena? Perhaps all of the above. Damn, I can't balance life in ten minutes, so what can I do?

Well it's all about otoliths: tiny crystals in your inner ear that clump in the wrong way and don't move around properly, so they can't play their role of helping you adapt to changes of position.

Otoliths..........barbaric crystals of suffering.

Ibuprofen and a long walk helped, but I could still feel those buggers hanging in there, waiting for another opportunity to dance, or rather stumble around like evil sugarplum fairies and mess up my day.

So I'm blogging to blast the otoliths to hell.

There, I feel better already.

Probable diagnosis:

Benign Paroxysmal. Positional Vertigo (BPPV to the cognoscenti)

Therapies, exercises and other possible forms of torture