"What floor is this?"
"This is two."
The woman smiled at me. "This building is so confusing."
The elevator dinged, the car doors slid open, showing a clear down arrow above them. The woman moved to get on...
"Um, where are you trying to go?"
"The parking garage."
"Step back on out - you have to go up unless you parked on the first level."
The confusing building has a six floor parking garage attached to the back, and is connected directly to the neighboring building through a hallway and a few steps (because the buildings don't quite align) on the second floor. I'm pretty familiar with the set up; my doctor's office is in the neighboring building.
Sunday morning I got up, used the facilities, then decided I felt crummy and would go back to bed rather than to church. But when I tried to stretch out on the bed, all hell broke loose.
The world began to spin. I felt nauseous, then um...proved I was really nauseous. The world continued to spin, I continued to feel nauseous. Laying down made it worse.
After a miserable day and uncomfortable night, things were improved, but not enough to give me confidence in my driving. I stayed home, and by this morning, thought I felt better.
Not for long.
In short, I have a inner ear thing going on. "Thing", because it's not infected, just totally backed up and messing with equilibrium and such. I've orders to stay home the next two days (and a doctor's excuse that says so), a new, nasty tasting nasal spray and anti-nausea meds.
I've also picked up a couple of necessities for the sick room: a bag of Hershey's Kisses with Almonds, and half a dozen magazines (I dearly love my no-need-to-recycle Kindle version of Real Simple, but I discovered the hard way yesterday that reading from a screen is ill advised at present).
According to my doctor, this is pretty much what a severe hang over feels like. Not that I'd know - that's one experience I've never had.
And after this, you can be sure I never will.