All of my gardening projects have been rudely halted by a nasty recurrence of BPPV. It usually clears up after three nights of Meclizine-induced sleep and a few applications of the Epley Maneuver, but that usual remedy has failed this time. Today it was so bad that turning my head in any direction whatsoever, but especially up or down, resulted in crippling dizziness and intense nausea. I couldn't even water the garden because I'd have to look down to locate a hose.
Luckily, I have 22 hours of "The Pallisers" on tape, so I immersed myself in Victorian-era parliamentary politics instead of going outside.
