long time...update

it's been a long time since I've updated this blog.

things were kind of the same for a while, so I guess I didn't have anything to say.  I was going around most days not really dizzy, pretty much avoiding things that would make me dizzy.

day in, day out, I felt like a prisoner of my inner ear.  I still do.

it got to a point where I said enough is enough.

I hadn't been driving for, what 3, 4 years?  it was time.  so I just started.

first it was out of necessity.  a little here and a little there.  my daughter needed a ride to school or a ride back from drama.

then, it suddenly became part of our routine.  ha.

I also got a job. a tiny little part-time job, but a job nonetheless.

I did discover that I can't see at night to drive.  at least not now.  I made an appointment to get my eyes checked out, but I suspect that might be a permanent problem.  I never was a good night driver.

the eye doctor I am going to see also is a neurologist, so hopefully he will understand my balance issues and my convergence issues.  it's always an adventure when I go to a new eye doctor, so I don't know.

on top of this, I've been getting more and more arthritis, and the other day, I suddenly couldn't walk on my ankle.  it got so bad, my partner insisted I go to the ER (I was just going to go to an orthopedist, but she insisted). they didn't see a break, so I'm thinking it's probably part of this arthritis ridiculousness.

at the ER, they prescribed Vicodin and a high dose of Ibuprofen for my ankle.  I've been taking it for a couple of days.  I've been careful to be conservative in how much I take since I already take other meds on a regular basis.  however, I have been getting dizzier than usual, and I can only assume that it is side effects from the medication.  also, I learned that trying to walk on the crutches the hospital gave me was a complete no-go and made me off-balance and spacey as well.

I'm going to an orthopedist the same day as the eye doctor, so we'll see what he has to say.  I feel like I'm falling apart.  just when I'm making a few steps in the right direction, poof, things go to crap. oh well, gotta keep on keeping on.

disturbing development

so, I'm supposed to be exercising.

I thought I'd do that yesterday, make a real good effort.

I went through my CD's and put in the Scorpion King Soundtrack and started stretching.  so far so good.

then crunches...no problem.  then, I was really getting into it, and decided to do aerobics.

I figured that, in order to avoid vertigo, I would do whatever exercises I used to do standing, while lying down.

made sense to me.

so I started moving my arms and legs around to try to get my heart rate up.

then, it hit me.

a wave of dizziness like I'm not used to.

this was not regular vertigo.  this was different.  like I felt like oxygen was being cut off from my brain.

yes, I know what that feels like.  and it felt like that.

I lay on the floor, waiting for it to pass, wondering what the hell is going on with my body.

why did these motions bring on this particular reaction?

was it the movements of my arms?  or the bringing up of my heart rate?

I had to know.  so I did it again.


after less than a minute, I had the same reaction, only far worse.

I thought for sure someone would find me dead on the floor.

I lay there unable to move for at least a song and a half.  that would be, what, 5, 6 minutes?

I never completely lost consciousness, I don't think.  almost though.

I thought of calling my partner and telling her to come home.  but I figured, why?  what's anyone going to do about this?  I also thought about calling the neurologist but vetoed that idea as well.  I'm going to physical therapy on Monday.  I figure I'll talk to Stacy about it.  hopefully I can get my point across to her about how this went down and she can tell me what to do next.

I have to admit, this has me a little shaken.  I mean, deep down inside, I honestly don't worry about my health because I figure what will be will be but in the end, I just want to get better however;

this now leads me in another direction.

I always figured whatever is "wrong" with me is basically this vertigo crap along with a bunch of arthritis and, yeah, the fibromyalgia, and, while it is all aggravating and tiring and painful, none of it is life-threatening.

but what the hell is THIS??

sensitivity

yesterday, I worked a lot on VOR exercises (vestibulo-ocular reflex) in therapy.  they are, basically, the ones to stimulate the vestibular system in order for me to do everyday things.  for example, walking down a hallway while turning my head to simulate, well, walking anywhere while turning my head, but this is exaggerated and done over and over again.  I think I walked down the same hallway yesterday 20 times looking up, down, side-to-side and diagonally.  some of the motions made me more dizzy than others.  usually the up-and-down seems to get me.


I read in someone else's blog about something called cervical vertigo.  basically, this is vertigo caused by a compression of the nerves in your neck.  it got me wondering if this is, possibly, the cause of my vertigo.  I have been in physical therapy several times before for arthritis and this can be one of the causes.  also, I seem to have vertigo more when I move my head in certain positions than in others.  I don't know.  something to keep in my back pocket...


anyway, I did other VOR exercises, too, including my torturous B, and others, like standing on a rocking board and on a cushion.  I do all of these pretty well, now.  it's afterward that I may or may not have a problem.  still.  but this is progress, they tell me.  I'm doing better than when I started.  my little voice still wonders if I am just "over" my spell of vertigo for now and will it come back, or is this true progress?  it's scary.  because then things happen like the following:


I go on the treadmill, as I have been doing for weeks.  I'm with a different therapist (the one I was "short" with a while back, but it was all good), so she has her own way of working with me.  she has me gradually work up to the speed she wants me to walk at.  1.3, no problem.  1.5, trotting along.  1.7 this is cake.  then she hits 1.9.  this is still slower than the speed I usually walk at but for some reason, the machine starts making a weird grinding noise that my body cannot handle.  immediately, I go into "overload mode."  my eyes close of the own free will, my face grimaces (it's ugly, too), my muscles start contorting.  I start holding my breath involuntarily.  I am still walking the treadmill, but I start wondering if I am going to pass out right there.  my normal therapist sees this and asks if I am all right.  I find I can't exactly form words to answer her, just parts of words, but I am able to convey to her that I am not exactly "all right."  she reminds me to breathe and focus and comes over to lower the speed on the treadmill.  as soon as she does, the noise goes away and my body immediately relaxes.  an assistant is with her.  Stacy (my therapist) asks again if I am all right and I tell her that the machine was making a weird noise.  before I can say anything, the assistant asks me, "oh, you were afraid of it?" in a kind of nurturing, yet condescending voice.  What?


Stacy had  to go back to work with her patient a moment, and the assistant had gone with her.  I was alone on the treadmill, inwardly shaking my head (had I actually shook my head, I'd have been quite dizzy).  did she actually say that?  it was just a bizarre question...

when Stacy came back to check on me, I had to tell her, "I'm better now.  the sound apparently set me off or something.  she," making crazy eyes at the assistant, "thought I was afraid of the noise."  


while Stacy and Lauren (the therapist I am working with) talked about how the machine probably needs to be serviced, and that's where the noise came from, I didn't get the validation I had hoped for, like, "wow, what a crazy-assed, stupid, ignorant, uninformed, jerky, dumbass response to someone who has neurological responses to vertigo! I'm sorry you had to deal with that.  I'll let her know."  or something to that effect.


maybe I'm a little sensitive.  


maybe it's just that from working with and for people my whole life, I am hyper-aware of what comes out of my mouth at all times when dealing with people at all times.  I remember that they all have a story, a life, feelings, a family.  I don't know why, at this stage of my life, I am still shocked and amazed when other people don't.


and this was nothing.  seriously, nothing.  I know it was nothing.  she was just an idiot.  ok, not an idiot, she just was clueless.  


but, it's the tip of something much, much bigger that I have been holding onto and I am damned near ready to burst.


another post...perhaps another blog...