I bring this up because the doctor this morning commented on how strong my legs and feet are and how much I use them for balance, how many more times (she speculated) I would have fallen if my legs were not so strong. And I was proud of that. Of all the stuff related to this stupid, stupid vertigo, it is the one factor I could control directly, and I have controlled the living daylights out of it. Even when it was non-trivial to come up with ways to keep working out and stay reasonably strong, I did it. And the professionals involved seem to think it was worthwhile. They seemed to think that it had served me well. Hah. Take that, vertigo.
So it's the semi-circular canals of my ears that are messed up (causes not really knowable, but they suspect the evil sinus infection from the Year Of Sick interacting with a prior susceptibility, and that makes sense), and I start physical therapy for it next week, and we are all to be prepared that the PT may make things worse before it makes them better. But still. Something to try, something that they think will work, though they can't say how soon. Something that will probably involve organized, controlled application of stubbornness.
Yah. We can do that.