March 27, 2009. I was fine the night before. The little cold I'd had was gone, and I'd had the first good night's sleep all week. But when I woke up Friday morning at 6:15 and got out of bed, the world was whirling counterclockwise. I knocked against the bookcase, stumbled through the bathroom doorway and landed on my knees in front of the sink. It was as though I'd been tripped by a ghost lurking beside the bed. [By Author: By Floyd Skloot, Special To The Washington Post] http://chicagotribune.feedsportal.com/c/34253/f/622900/s/39b3478c/sc/14/l/0L0Schicagotribune0N0Chealth0Csns0Ewp0Ewashpost0Ebc0Evertigo220E20A140A4220H0A0H67329530Bstory0Dtrack0Frss/story01.htm
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