House of Plague

So, the apartment's become something of a plague vector. Dex has been sick with a cold all week, something he managed to pass onto Lise in all its glory and apparently Mindy has it now too. I'm half-immune - I've got the stuffy nose and slightly claggy throat but I've yet to succumb to anything more than hayfever-like symptoms. And I won't, if the echinacea I've been taking has anything to do with it. *cuddles*

I do have an issue of my very own, tho'. The dizzy spells are back and getting a bit too frequent for my liking. So it's calling Mindy's doctor on Monday (they aren't open on the weekends, phooey) and hoping they have someone taking patients. Yes, Canada is weird - the only way to get a regular doctor is to get a referral or find someone taking on new patients. Bah. But I need a regular one instead of the walk-in clinic because I need the full blood work-up. I have this sneaking suspiscion my B12 is dropping again - dizzy spells, feeling faint (I had to sit on the edge of the bath this morning and stick my head down before I fainted in the shower, bah) and I noticed I'm getting the flashes of light in my vision again. Plus feeling really tired. So yeah, looks like I've finally developed a tolerance for my supplements and I need to up the dose. Dammit.

And yay, I'm still dizzy even after toast and juice. Bah again.

In other news, Pretty Night at Big Daddy's has been downgraded to dinner at Big Daddy's, on account of most everyone being too plague-ridden to feel pretty. And I need to think of something to do for my birthday on Wednesday. *meeps* I'm not very good at picking birthday stuff. And man, I don't want to be sick on my birthday - I broke the curse last year and I don't want it back. *wahs*