You know that feeling when you spin around with your forehead on a baseball bat to do that silly relay race? Yeah, I know what that feels like. All day.
Early Sunday morning I sat up in my sleep to roll over, then promptly fell back to my pillow like a stone. It was like my body was already back down and just needed to catch up with itself. I could do nothing.
I lay there thinking, "Well, that's different."
I waited a few moments, then tried to roll over without sitting up. Activity not available. I was stuck. The room spun.
Okay, back to sleep where I was.
I dreamed that the reason I couldn't move was because some magical items needed to be finished being made on a magical loom. When they were done, I could move.
I woke up before they were done, thanks to my silly alarm. So therefore I've been cursed with vertigo ever since, and I don't mean the Hitchcock movie.
I was able to sit up, but the room started whirling a little. I stood up, and it whirled a bit more. I needed to get ready for church, but Chris was still asleep. I was afraid of falling in the shower and getting hurt, so I nudged him awake.
"I'm experiencing the weirdest dizziness of my life. If you hear a thump in the bathroom, please don't ignore it." He sleepily said okay.
I made it, barely. While bending over the sink to brush my teeth I realized I'd fall head-first into the faucet. That could be a major problem with how heavy I'd felt every time I'd fallen so far. Luckily I didn't fall again.
We made it to church, and I only had to sit once during a hymn and stuck it out for the rest. Turning my head to the right was a very bad idea indeed, so I kept my head slightly to the left.
We went to lunch as usual, and when I signed the check I slowly leaned further to the right, but I was determined to finish my signature before the room spun and I fell to the table. I finished it and caught myself in time, although Chase (our regular server) was rather confused as to why I was falling over.
At home I spent the afternoon on the couch, lying down at first. I did help Chris sort the laundry into the proper piles by telling him "lights, colors, darks" as needed while I rested my head on the left side. Then I did some work on my thesis before my head began to spin again. Then I helped Chris through more Lego Lord of the Rings on the Wii since I'd gotten farther than him lately.
When I did get up to move our roast from the freezer to the fridge so it could thaw, I was waiting for Chris to get his stuff moved in the fridge and nearly dropped the 3.5 lb frozen roast onto the floor. (I don't know if you've ever held a 3.5 lb frozen roast before, but it is rather a bad idea to drop it anywhere. Setting it down is preferable.) I said, "I'm going to put this on the counter and put myself on the couch so I don't drop it." I slowly went to the couch and slid into it to lie down for a while.
After that the vertigo seemed to subside mostly. We tried a few exercises before bed to help my balance-bones or whatever stabilize properly. I did a half-somersault exercise that's suppose to rattle the balance stuff back into place. I can do it on my own, which is nice, but it only helped a little. Then Chris tried to move my head and stretch my neck to get things back in place. It seemed to help until right before laying down. I sat up and promptly fell to my pillow.
Then we did our normal routine of reading before sleep, and I lay on my left side. My neck was sore, so I started to slowly move to my back and slightly to the right. Since the vertigo had lessened again, I thought it would be okay. Then the page spun. Bad idea. Back to the left.
Through the night I was able to lie on my right sometimes without swimming. Now I can sit and stand with only a bit of wooziness. I haven't fallen again, but thankfully every time I have (so far) has been in bed or on the couch and not to the floor.
I hope it goes away fully by tomorrow morning, otherwise Chris will have to drive me to work. That means he'll have to get up (*gasp*) a whole hour before normal! 8:00! Sometimes I envy his evening work hours and therefore quiet, lazy mornings. Then I remember he's a server at a restaurant and I get to scan things, and I no longer envy him. I much prefer my job for myself.
On the upside, I've been having pretty good hair days lately. Here's some evidence:
Here's to holding on and finding the key to staying upright!
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