All right. I have to ask you all a question. Where does time go? Like, literally. For instance, if you spend an hour, where does it go after it has been spent?
Well, I've been wondering that recently. Seeing as I have had, roughly, 378, 432, 000 seconds go by in my life time. In short, now I'm twelve.
And the world is rapidly changing. One of my early- but not so awesome birthday presents was a trip to an ENT doctor. Where I learned that I have something called A-Typical Vertigo. Which pretty much means that I have some problem with my blood flow in my ears and that it makes me dizzy. Now I have exercises to do to make me dizzy while I retrain my body. Great, right? Let me also mention that I had to undergo a series of tests to determine what my other issue is. And no, for all you wondering, that other issue is not my lack of sanity. Just thought I'd set that straight. So that other issue is something with the fancy-pancy name Otalgia. Which means something is up with my ears and the doctors don't know what. I could have told you that- minus the fancy name of course. But I must be a hypocrite and say not to get angry or annoyed with the ENT for not knowing something or forcing you to wait to get an appointment with them. It is not their fault. Thank you.
I usually would have pictures up from my birthday at this point, but I'm going to wait until sometime around, eh, December 5 or 6, when I will report back with a lot more than just some birthday pictures. What am I not telling you, you ask. Well get used to not knowing or come and torture it out of me. Live with it.
Chipmuck logging off.
Literally.