Not again...

There must be some bad karma or something in this house.  Day before yesterday, Tony broke his toe at work.  Not a big deal, but painful.  His doc sent him to a foot specialist, who wasn't really a big help.  He'll be fine.  Afterwords, I had to stop at my moms and get the boys from her.  Got out of the car to get the car seat out of the trunk and got dizzy.  Not badly, just a little, but enough to make me worry, since I had already missed work again on Monday and Tuesday.  I fretted a bit, but I went to work anyway.  Work wasn't bad.... just slow, boring, and monotonous.  Packed on the Wal-Mart turret... again.  Woohoo.  That seems to be all they want me to do since I  went back.  I hate packing.  But I digress.

Got home from work, had a cig with Tony and Sher, went and cuddled with the wife for a few, everythign was ok.  Came back up, ate some more dinner, played a little wrestling.  Went back out to have another cigarette... got dizzy.  I don't understand why!  Why did I get dizzy after work?  What was the trigger?  If it was from food, it almost certainly should have affected me at work.  If it had been allergies, I'd have been feeling it all day.

Anyway, I woke up dizzy this morning.  Well, this afternoon actually.  I have this weird habit of sleeping really late when I get dizzy.  For whatever reason, being dizzy makes me tired.  And nauseous.  I'm not going to make it to work.  This is just fucking great.  3 days of missed work this week, vacation last week, and 2 more missed says the week before.  If don't get written up I'll be really surprised.  And if my doctors office doesn't send in the paperwork to the insurance company soon, I'm going to be go ballistic.