why i was a sloth this weekend

On Saturday morning, I woke up to my arlarm at 9:30am. I had planned to go to a spin class and then meet a friend for coffee in union square. I had stayed in the night before, watching The Other Boleyn girl (more on that later) and eating a frozen dinner, so i didn't think i'd have any trouble waking up. Though I felt groggy when the alarm went off, i was determined to get up and start my day but when i stood up out of bed, the room was spinning, a lot, and my legs wobbled. I quickly lay back down, rationalizing that i had just stood up too quickly. The room continued to spin out of focus when i tried to stand up a few seconds later. Something seemed wrong. I laid back down for a few minutes and then decided to try again, staggering drunkenly towards the kitchen for some cold water. This was not good - i couldn't keep my balance or see straight. With M. away, i was forced to fend for myself so i did what any other adult would do, I called my mom.
She diagnosed me right away, explaining that i likely had an inner ear infection due to the huge storm that came in overnight and that was causing my equilibrium to shift, making me dizzy and unbalanced. It sounds like mumbo jumbo, i know, but look it up. With my mom putting the fear in me that if i didn't remedy the situation on it's onset, it would only get worse, i decided to call my doctor. Well, he changed his number. Oh and when i called the new number, i got the voicemail of another doctor. Not a good sign.
So i took to the internet in search of a doctor who would see me on a Saturday. I found an "urgent care clinic," who confirmed my mom's diagnosis and told me to come in later that day. I spent the next two ours, very slowly showering and navigating my way to the upper east side. By the time i arrived, I was starting to feel a bit better and debated whether i should go through with the $200 out-of-pocket visit. The doctor informed me that he was running an hour behind, so i took it as a sign and left to go hang out at the baumer's. I lounged around there, convinced i was feeling better until i stood up and nearly toppled over, unable to keep by balance. I ventured back to the doctor and after a series of tests, which involved placing a vibrating metal rod on the top of my head until i swear a piercing dog call rang through my head or a dolphin's screeching sonar, he determined that it was, in fact, an ear problem.
Dr. Riv was right.