Dear Diary,I'm weak, but a little wiser on why I've been so damn dizzy it's hard to walk the last couple of days.
Shirley hooked me up with a teleconference with a local doctor (amazing technology) yesterday. He doesn't think I have the COVID-19 virus. That's the good news.
The bad news is the doctor thinks I had a small stroke two days ago when I got out of bed and my whole left leg was numb, and I kept falling trying to get to the bathroom.
The doctor suggested I go to the ER and get an MRI, or whatever. I didn't go for a couple of reasons.
One, with my luck I would be sitting in a waiting room of undiagnosed COVID-19 carriers for hours. And two, the effect of my little incident hasn't been that bad.
As a matter of fact, my hearing (which has been terrible for decades) suddenly improved! No kidding. It's been weird. I can't remember when I could hear so well in my one good ear. I've been deaf in the other ear after six surgeries since the Nam. That's a story for another day.
Imagine my surprise, and Shirley's surprise. It turns out that one of the effects of small strokes is something called auditory overload (or something like that). I certainly don't understand the biology of my brain. I just count myself lucky to have one. And now, a better ear.
I hope it's not a temporary effect. When my head quits spinning every time I stand up, and I don't feel like I just got off a 20-mile forced march, I'll have to research the subject.
Writing this is exhausting me. Time to lay down and catch a few winks. Tomorrow is a new day.
Quote of the day: "Come tomorrow, I'll wake new." - Chad Sugg
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