This whole brain thing is interesting.  One moment I’m doing pretty good, then, like today, I started feeling a bit woozy, not unusual.  I ask Stuart to help me move upstairs.  He got my computer and stuff said he’d be back to help me.  I thought, I’m not that bad yet, I can go upstairs.  So I start.  I get to the top of the stairs, and my head pounds…this seems to happen a lot, my pressure must raise when I climb stairs.  Then I walk a few steps and start to lose control over my legs.  I just kind of flop like a rag doll.  My head flops, my arms flop, my legs don’t want to listen to me….My body just doesn’t want to listen.  I think I almost killed Stuart, he did not expect to hold all of my weight all of a sudden, he expected to just guide me because I was staggering.  We got me to the bed, I decided I have to pee now.  Of course, I am headstrong, and I have more control over my head now, and little more control over the rest, and I knew if I laid down, I wouldn’t be getting back up.  So I’m determined with minimal help, I’m going to pee.  He holds me, “No. I DO IT!”  He lets go…I slide down…he grabs me, I grab for the sink….”I DO it!  OK….I inch my way there….and grab the wall and can’t pull my pants down.  Uhhhhh….*little bitty voice now*  can you help?  He does, and I pee.  Yay!!!   I kick my jeans off (we’d had an appointment earlier), we get me back to bed.  A little easier, my control is coming back, and get me into a t-shirt.  I lie down, and he says, I’m taking blahbla *yeah not hearing well* down stairs I’ll be back *at least that’s what I got*  OK.   So a little latter, I call out.  “You upstairs?”
He comes in.  I say in a very calm voice.  “I’m having vertigo, I thought you should know, just in case.”

So that was my afternoon.