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Steve woke up this morning with the same dizziness, headspins, and resulting nausea that mysteriously oppressed him ten years ago. On that occasion, he went to a whole raft of doctors and a whole raft of tests, none of which figured out what his damage was; it spontaneously vanished a few weeks later. Fortunately, with today's advanced intarwubs, I have been able to give him the comforting news that it's almost certainly BPPV, which means that he's not got brain cancer or anything terrifying, and the doctors can fix it.

While engaged in this research, Beth called with her head gone asplodey, though for psycho-emotional reasons. Need to make a bit of time for decompression with her today.

On the bright side, I feel as if I'm fighting off whatever lurgy