Thought I'd weigh in with my sad driving/parking tale...I blew out my left front tire three weeks ago because I couldn't seem to negotiate my car into the company parking lot (in which I drive and park every day...). I ran the left front wheel up and over the metal-rimmed curb, which shredded the sidewall.
I drove on the rim into the nearest space and sat in silence for a few moments while all the emotions ran through me: fear: I am really screwed up and could really hurt somebody if I can't drive...crap, what if I can't frive? ...anger: what the hell is really wrong with me? embarassment: did anybody else see this? what will 'they' think? what if I lose my job...oh yes, and the totally unnecessary cost or replacing both a tire and wheel...I really hated my little tumor at that moment and as I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut and totally tensed up, the total frustration of everything made me laugh out loud, because all of my prayer and sheer force of will couldn't make my tumor just dribble out of my ear and leave me alone...
and so on and so on
The episodic and non-predictable nature of dizzy spells (or disequilibrium, if you please) has me a bit spooked, I don't mind having a woozy spell while wandering through the supermarket aisles (although crashing into the neatly stacked cereal boxes is a bit laughable), but wobbling around while driving is not good ... and gripping the wheel tighter didn't seem to help (ha ha ...)
peace to all
frank
