No Hollywood Ending to My Problems

Scottie is finally cured of vertigo (Spoiler Alert, if you haven't seen the classic Hitchcock thriller). Me? Well, the ENT Specialist thinks I was attacked by a virus that knocked out one of my inner ears either temporarily or (gulp) permanently. I go in for testing at the end of the month and will discuss the tests' findings early in September.

In the meantime I will be seeing a dermatology surgeon about my soon-to-be scheduled Mohs surgery. I trust neither the skin cancer nor the mysterious form of vertigo will end as spectacularly as Jimmy Steward's bout with a Hollywoodish variation of vertigo.