Lucky or Unlucky?

A few days ago, I woke up and couldn’t even open my eyes because everything in the room was spinning around me. This was both lucky and unlucky.

Unluckily, The Hub consulted Dr. Google, who revealed that I had a stroke/brain tumor/heart attack/concussion.

Luckily, he reached my doctor who said to come in asap.

Unluckily, I still couldn’t open my eyes without throwing up, so I just pulled on the clothes the Hub handed me. It wasn’t until later that my outfit was revealed as purple knickers, black ‘bra thing’ (camisole), green leggings, orange ‘t-shirt’ (also camisole), blue and pink sweatshirt, and purple crocs.

Luckily, this is not at all an unusual outfit for Arran.

Unluckily it soon became apparent that I could never make it to the doctors’ office without doing seriously revolting and probably irreparable damage to my new car.

Luckily the medical practice here on the Isle of Arran is possibly the last one in the world who makes house calls. My frighteningly competent doctor (who I think is about 12 years old) came around to see me, and knew instantly what was wrong.

Unluckily, I think the Hub was a little bit disappointed to hear the diagnosis was ‘misaligned crystals in my inner ear’. While that sounds like a diagnosis from someone who has consulted runes or perhaps a crystal ball, it didn’t matter because she produced a hypodermic and shot me up with the cure. (I won’t say where she injected me except to mention that I’m typing this blog post standing up.)

Luckily, the shot worked with miraculous speed.

Unluckily, the cure didn’t last. The first shop I entered had somehow become a Winter Wonderland in mid-August. Obviously, I was still suffering from vertigo.