Fuck Epley and fuck BPPV

It got about 50 percent better last week before all going to shit yesterday morning.  I can’t walk without holding on to walls, can’t drive, can’t think straight (although that might be because my brain is too busy trying to keep me upright), and I keep breaking down in tears (sometimes over small stupid stuff – twice before work even started on Saturday).  Last night I couldn’t stop crying after falling down and ended up having a panic attack.

I have tried repeated Epley manuvers, variations of the manuver, and nothing is working at all anymore.  Remember that awful Super Mario Brothers movie?  That’s how I feel.  Like I’m devolving into a shambling wreck, but without all the special effects.

Back to the doctor on Monday.