Birthdays and bondage and ears

Home early from the Groom's birthday party at our local Mexican restaurant. Our friends really spoiled him. I had a dish called "Tamales Divorciadas" or something, which consisted of two "irreconcilable" tamales - one beef with green sauce, the other chicken drenched in mole.

Yesterday I saw the ear specialist. She determined I do indeed have BPPV, and she performed the Epley Maneuver three or four times on me until I was ready to puke. Let's hear it again for beffeysue, who totally called it!

Now I'm supposed to keep my head upright but not look up or down for an entire week. A week! I really don't have that kind of attention span, but she recommended against wearing a neck brace as a physical reminder, so really, when you think about it, it'll be her fault when I forget. No, not really. I'm doing well enough. And to my joy, when I got up this morning I had no vertigo. It's too soon to say we're done rehashing this boring topic. I just wanted to update you.

My beta life is plugging along. The next chapter in teddyradiator's o-fic, Her Minder, will involve Bondage Lite, followed (I'm told) by a chapter of Bondage Heavy. There are a few fanfic pieces in the hopper too. And then I really do have to clear the decks and write a good deal of my Promptfest piece.