When I was about three weeks into my injury my husband thought he would cheer me up and take me to see Bridesmaids. It was torture. The whole theater was laughing and I was struggling. I couldn't wait for it to
end. I stayed for the whole film because I didn't realize it was the movie making me worse. I was still walking sideways and felt awful anyway. At the end of the movie my husband and I walked out. I was so dizzy and scared. I just started to cry on my way to the car. I haven't gone back since.

At home I have an old projection tv. I notice at times it makes my head worse. If I'm tired than my tolerance is less than.