My patch for my Harry Potter disease seems to be working. I am still dizzy and without balance, but the nausea and spinning are pretty much gone (although I do see things moving still out of the corner of my eyes – things that aren’t actually moving – it is a bit freaky). I find myself leaning into walls around the house as a means by which I can maintain some steadiness. Therefore, my temporary name during my Harry Potter disease will be Eileen, because I lean. 
Yeah, the Harry Potter disease hasn’t dramatically improved my humor – it is as lame as ever. But never fear, it still cracks me up…and I am grateful that I can laugh about leaning into the walls as I do to get around without falling.
I must say though, I stand in great admiration of folks who deal with hardcore physical challenges without complaint or self-pity. Clearly that isn’t me. I am the most pitiful sick person on the planet. It is said that God never gives you more than you can handle…God knows I am a wimp.
It is amazing the things we take for granted, isn’t it? Health is such a fragile thing – so many things can go wrong. When folks have good health they sometimes don’t realize what a gift it is. For most of us it is an expectation – our bodies will facilitate all our activities and do the things it needs to do to rejuvenate itself. But that isn’t the story for everyone. There are folks who never have the luxury of good health and they struggle without complaint because it is their norm. Those folks are the ones who make me feel ashamed to be such a wimp. I know my problems are blissfully minor in the big picture of this game of life. That is why I believe my brief segue into my Eileen persona is a gift of sorts. It is good that I am reminded about the fragility of health. It is good that this experience has allowed me to remember how fortunate I have always been.
So, by all means call me Eileen. Better to lean than to fall – of course then I would need to change my name to Eiffel . Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.
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Ms. C
So pleased to meet you, Eileen! My name is ROFL
Seriously, it’s so refreshing to see an empathetic, other-minded response to hardship. Reminds me of when I was a teenager (eons ago) and I proclaimed for the umpteenth time “It’s just not fair!” My mother agreed and said “Life is not fair–and you can be thankful that it isn’t. If life was fair, it might be your turn to live in a wheelchair for awhile.”