The waiting room television played a Botox commercial. I thought it was odd the the physician I was trusting to fix my vertigo was trying to sell me a beauty treatment.
The doctor listened intently to my recounting of events. He ran a few tests on my hearing, some of which were fairly uncomfortable. I was terrified. "It's dire," I said.
"It's dire," he repeated.
"Yes, I'm terrified."
"You're terrified." (Clearly, he had the reflection part of medicine down pat.) "You have what we call stones in your ears...." and he went on to show me exercises to do at home. "Do these movements five times on each side and your vertigo will be cured."
I went home and did the exercises, which were followed by vertigo.
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