Last Thursday, my world literally started spinning as I stepped into my apartment after a long day at work. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a wild series of events – a trifecta of vertigo, an exhilarating sled ride, and an unexpected indoor flood. Let me take you through this rollercoaster of a weekend.
First off, vertigo hit me like a train. Within minutes of arriving home, I was struggling to stand, let alone walk. My apartment, usually my haven of rest, felt like a spinning carnival ride. I managed to send a couple of SOS texts to my friends before collapsing into bed, the world spinning uncontrollably around me. This wasn’t my first vertigo rodeo, but it sure was the wildest.
As I lay there, trying to keep the room from swirling, a thought hit me. Lunch. I might have accidentally swapped the lids of my cooked and raw chicken containers. Fast forward two hours post-lunch, and there I was, incapacitated, fighting off nausea. For ten long hours, I was in a battle with my own body, unable to do anything but stare at the wall, a bucket faithfully by my side.
After a brief, uneasy sleep, I woke up with a sense of purpose. Despite the dizziness, I had plans to go tree hunting and sledding with my friends Julie and Ron. Surprisingly, the fresh air during my walk to their place worked wonders. I was back in the game, ready for some outdoor adventure.
While Julie and Ron hunted for the perfect Christmas tree, I ventured down snowmobile trails on snowshoes, scouting for snow biking trails for my friend Jill. When I got back, the atmosphere was lively, with my friends striking goofy poses and taking pictures with their newly acquired tree. What followed was a tailgate party for the books. I devoured food like there was no tomorrow – wasabi, crackers, truffles, pecan bars, and my special ginger snaps. I guess 18 hours of fasting does that to you.
Sledding post-feast wasn’t on my immediate to-do list, but boy, was it fun. We whooshed down the mountain, steering our sleds like pros, passing vehicles whose occupants looked on with a mix of envy and amusement. We were living it up, the thrill of the hill!
The adventure didn’t stop there. Returning home, I was greeted by the sound of gurgling water. My bathroom had turned into a mini lake, with water spouting from the floor drain. My landlord and I fought a losing battle against the flood, eventually controlling it with the help of a wet/dry vac. Exhausted and sick, I ended up spending the night in a motel, courtesy of my considerate landlord.
Today, as I write this, repair crews are swarming my apartment, trying to figure out what caused the flood. Apparently, it’s a city-wide issue, with many families displaced and taking refuge in motels.
So there you have it. My weekend was a mix of vertigo, sledding fun, and an unexpected indoor flood. Just when I thought I had experienced it all, life threw me a curveball, or should I say, a trifecta of challenges and thrills.
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