I'm dizzier than Miss Lizzie, dizzier than Dean, dizzier than Gillespie.
Woke up this morning, sat up in bed, and the room started spinning.
I thought I was probably just dehydrated, which was the cause of the last time I got seriously dizzy, some years ago. Tried drinking water, but had a hard time forcing myself to drink enough of it.
As long as I kept my head still in one position, I was fine. But as soon as I moved it, the spinning started again.
Later, Kam came over and checked my pulse and blood pressure and such, and called the advice nurse to find out whether I should go in to the Urgent Care center. The advice nurse basically said "if moving your head makes you dizzy, don't move your head. And if it gets worse, come see a doctor." (Okay, she was slightly more helpful than that, but not much.)
Kam's mother supplied a link to a PDF document about exercises to help treat "benign positional paroxysmal vertigo," the symptoms of which I seemed to more or less have. (Except that BPPV sounds like it's an ongoing thing, not a one-time occurrence.) Tried the exercise and things got significantly better, though not entirely better. Kam got me some food and went home—she had stuff she needed to do there.
I spent the rest of the day lying down, and occasionally dozing. The dizziness and occasional nausea have been coming and going.
Had intended to spend all day today doing magazine work, mostly coding stuff that I had hoped to have done before we reopen to subs in a couple hours, but I haven't been able to muster the necessary concentration, and sometimes haven't even been able to sit up.
Perhaps this is the Universe's way of telling me to slow down.
Anyway, I'm skipping tonight's party, though I'm sad not to get to see folks. (Almost certainly skipping tomorrow's party as well.)
Thanks again to Kam for coming over and providing help and reassurance. Also to various others who posted helpful comments on Facebook.
With luck, tomorrow will be not only another day, but a whole new year. Hoping it will be less dizzy.