I don’t have hypoglycemia. I saw a different doctor this time, my wife’s young dynamic doctor who always manages to fit smoking, drinking and drugs in somewhere but at least he only works it into the general narrative. He did take the time to listen to the symptoms and make me follow his finger Robocop-stylee before looking in my ears and pronouncing Viral Labyrinthitis and prescribing medication to help with dizziness.
In a saner universe, I’d say to myself “Ooh, he was MUCH better, I’ll go there in the future and recommend him to all my friends.”
Of course I can’t, as I’m a taxpayer and not a customer, so I’ll just end up taking pot luck again.