V is for Vertigo, and the fragile human.

So V has been pretty sick the past couple of days; she basically threw up everything she ate or drank. And before anyone else jumps to wild conclusions – no, it’s not pregnancy. You don’t spew to the point of dehydration when you’re pregnant, period.

After a very long and arduous day spent driving around the vicinity, carrying V on a 150 meter record stagger into the clinic, driving circles around the hospital for parking, waiting for hours before getting warded while juggling Elly – the night shift doctor officially diagnosed V as having vertigo.

Basically, she’s having problems focusing on her surroundings because her sense of balance is stuffed, so anything she sees with her eyes right now is interpreted incorrectly. In her case, it looks like everything is “floating” (quoted). Doc says there’s no cure other than getting a jab, getting hooked onto an IV drip and resting until the symptom lessens, so that’s that for now. The doctor seems pretty optimistic on a quick recovery though, so we’ll see how the weekend goes.

It’s at times like these that one marvels at the billions of intricate components that make up the human body. Screw one thing up, and we suffer in agony. Lose a foot? You’re kinda stuffed on mobility. Ear infection? Might lose your sense of balance and start puking. Heart problems? Don’t even get started on that.

It’s also on occasions like these, that one ponders upon the frailty of the human body. We should learn to treasure our health more than we do endlessly trying to earn more money, and using money to pay for medical bills we incur from abusing the body.

So damn tired. I’m still thankful for everyone who helped today though. I-Ling for helping to babysit V and Elly in the morning, the kind lady Edith (IIRC) who held Elly for me while I was performing the Herculean chore of carrying V towards the clinic, and Stan for prepping dinner/driving/et cetera.

Always grateful for these little acts of kindness in the world.

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