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.

normal? for me, anyway

so, yeah, I've neglected this blog.

I haven't had much to say.  still get dizzy.  but I'm not in a "dizzy crisis" as those of us in the dizzy world call it.

I'm at a somewhat "normal" stage of dizzy.  it's kind of weird when you think about it.

every day, I have to consider the levels of lights in a room.

every day, I have to be careful about how I turn my head.

every day, I have to be mindful about bending down too quickly, or getting up too quickly.

every day, I have to remember to eat, even though my medications leave me with no appetite.

it's not like these things are earth-shattering or life-threatening.  they are just inconvenient.

the fatigue is draining, though, and wearing  and the constant isolation is depressing.

I want better for myself.  I just don't know how to get there yet.

excuse me while I complain

I haven't written in a while (obviously).

I haven't had much to say.  I've been home, doing not much of anything and I hate it.  the dizziness still comes and goes.  for no good reason.  I've quit trying to understand it.

I haven't been doing much about it, either, though.  that's probably a bad thing.  but I'm just frustrated and, aside from Stacy, absolutely NOBODY could give a wild you-know-what (controlling myself) about how I'm doing or how my life is going or just anything at all. so I don't care anymore.

yeah, it's one of THOSE days.  why?  I'll tell you why.  because people say stupid things to me and expect me to suddenly NOT be dizzy and back to the way things used to be or

they just don't talk to me at all

nice

it's not that I'm complaining about being dizzy.

it's that they say stuff like, "why aren't you driving?" or "any job yet?"

I'm pretty much talking about my mother, I guess.

because nobody else calls at all.

I went to a rheumatologist to see if I can get better treatment for my fibromyalgia.  she said she "wanted to get to know me better."  that is doctor code for, "let me make sure you are not a drug addict before I give you different medications."  which, in my case is ridiculous, because if she just took a look at what I was taking right now, she could see I was not taking ONE addictive medication.  hell, she could give me a drug test, or get my records from other doctors.  instead, she is wasting my time.  so, I continue to be in pain, have sleeping problems, thinking problems and, well, I'll wait.  she did tell me to add fish oil to what I take everyday, so I did.  no change.

 anyway, that's about it on the health front.

pain in the neck and stress

I saw my PT on Monday.

we did strength training along with VOR.  it wasn't easy.  in fact, it was hard.

not all of it.  parts of it.  specifically, the parts where I had to work with weights.  here's what happened:

I was minding my own business, lifting 6 whole pounds up and down over my head repetitively and it was getting harder and harder, but I kept going because I knew I was out of shape and I wanted to just get through the exercises and I didn't want to look like the out-of-shape piece of crap that I am and I felt the wave of dizziness just start to surge over me, but I kept on going and going because I figured if I didn't do something, eventually I was going to end up a big blob and I just wanted to finish and I did.

then I put the dumbells onto the rack and let the dizziness take over.

one of the therapists, Lauren, saw me and asked if I was ok.  I know they have to ask, but I hate when they ask when you are ok when, clearly, you are not ok.  I said not really and sat down fast.  She got Stacy, my therapist.

they got me water and tried to dissect my vertigo attack.  I felt tears come.  I had driven to therapy that day, which was rare, and I didn't want to leave dizzy.  they now thought I was "all worked up about driving" and that was why I got dizzy.  I knew that wasn't the case.  I now was "worked up" about becoming dizzy, but driving there in the first place didn't make me dizzy!!

when I caught my breath, I said to Lauren that the dizziness came after I lifted my hands above my head with the weights, and that this happens at home, too (without weights, obviously).  I also explained that I have neck problems and had gone for an MRI recently (still waiting on results, don't ask!) and sometimes even turning my head will make me dizzy.

she said (surprise, surprise) that neck problems can cause dizziness.  I knew this.  I remember reading this in someone else's blog and then reading more about this online.  here is some information now: cervicogenic dizziness

so after the dizziness passed, for some reason, I felt stupid.  for some reason, I usually feel stupid.  I don't know why.  I have no control over the dizziness.  it is a physical thing.

maybe it is because they (the therapists) talk about anxiety while the dizziness is happening, or right afterward. or they say things like, "open your eyes,"  which, is probably good advice.  it probably makes you less dizzy and makes the attack faster.

and it's not like anxiety is the worst thing in the world to have.  people live with it every day.  it is a common human response to stressful situations.

however

sometimes

it's

not

anxiety

and that aggravates the crap out of me.

it brings me back to a terrible, awful, horrible place in my life that I'd rather never visit again.

well, yeah, now that I've mentioned it, I will say it here, even though I now want to cry just typing it.

I probably will cry before this entry is finished.

a few years ago, I was, well, in a bad way.

in a mental hospital.  people should not be ashamed to say that.  but, society, the way it is, go ahead and judge me.

I was depressed, I was getting help.  anyway...

while I was in the hospital, I was getting these vertigo attacks.  I've been getting them for 11 years on and off, so it stands to reason.

on top of that, I was under tremendous stress (in a mental hospital, away from my family, depressed), AND, I was being pumped full of different medications to try to stabilize my mood.  it's common knowledge that medications can also make someone who is susceptible to being dizzy, dizzier.

well, the thing is, when I would have these attacks, the hospital staff believed I was "acting out."

if anyone has ever seen movies or TV shows about people in mental wards, you know what they do to patients who "act out," right?

I would be yelled at, grabbed, thrown on a bed and pumped with sedatives.  nice, huh?

this continued until I demanded to see a neurologist who whispered to me, "I believe you."  but not before my stay was extended way longer than it should have been.  they thought my "funny walk" was on purpose, too (it was an unsteady gait due to constant vertigo).

so now you know where I'm coming from.

sometimes when people say something is physical, it's physical.

emotional stuff can add to it.  and does, oh boy does it!

I wonder if I am ever going to get to the bottom of everything that is going on with me.

I wonder if there is a bottom.

eating steady

today, I'm trying something "different."

it's really not different, because I've tried it before, but now I'm trying it again with more knowledge.

I'm going super-low-carb in an effort to control my vertigo.  I'm pretty much following Atkins.

this is what I know:

many years ago, while I was engaged to the Evil One, the two of us went on a very low-carb diet, at that time, to lose weight.  We both did...a good amount, too.  But, what was remarkable was that, at the same time, my overall health improved.  smart as I was, I didn't put 2 and 2 together.

see, at the time, I was pretty much bedridden and going to physical therapy to try to learn to walk again after a major vertigo attack.  I couldn't do much else except sleep and drink these high-protein shakes.  after a few months, my balance got better.  I thought it was a miracle.

by the time the Evil One and I got married, I was able to dance at my wedding.  then, like two schmucks, we ate like pigs on our honeymoon.  I remember collapsing in his cousin's yard.  we thought it was from partying a little two hard.  now, looking back, I know it was from my system saying, "hey, what are you doing to me??"  two weeks after we were married, I suffered a worse vertigo attack than the one I'd had that winter.  low-carb to over-carb...my body was in overdrive.  I knew none of that then, though.  I didn't even know it was vertigo, then.  we were still working with the diagnosis of dystonia (and/or "it's all in your head")!

being part of several dizzy/Meniere's/balance disorders support groups has led me to learn that my blood sugar directly affects my balance problems. this is significant information to know.  for so many reasons.  for example:
1. I should not go without eating.  I already know that I am hypoglycemic; I found that out like 20 some-odd years ago.  so, since my blood sugar tends to get on the low side all by itself, it does not need help from me not eating properly.  that's just plain idiotic.
2. stress does have an effect on my balance disorder.  why?  because stress affects your adrenals which, in turn, affects your insulin production which, in turn, affects your blood sugar.  diabetics, take note...stress affects you, too, in a very similar way!
3. other things I put into my body also affect my balance disorder.  one of them is medication.  another is cigarettes.  one I can't do anything about.  the other...well...let me get the diet thing going first and I'll get back to that one.  it's hard to give up smoking when you live with a smoker.  however, being less dizzy is a good incentive, so...
4. if I lose weight, I will be less dizzy.  why? because my body will function more properly; therefore, my organs will work the way they should.  also, my hormones will be at a more stable level.  so, that brings me back to the topic of today.

I absolutely, positively hate thinking about food.  hard to believe, considering my weight, but it's true.  the Nurse Practitioner said it is probably due to the medications I take.  but, get this, because I actually eat very little, my body holds onto the food I do eat like it's in starvation mode because it doesn't know when it's getting its next food, so, even though I don't actually eat enough to justify my round shape, I maintain it because I have done a fabulous job of messing up my metabolism.  that, and the fact that I don't expend enough calories to boot.

so, I also need to exercise more.  I'm working on that one, too.  it's very hard to stay motivated all alone.

taming the migraine

I got in to see the nurse practitioner Monday.

she made an adjustment to my medication.  she also gave me an "emergency" migraine pill, to be taken when the headache is really bad.  it seemed to work pretty well.

I also went for an MRI of my neck.  this is because I discovered somewhere along the line that my neck has been hurting really badly.  the NP wants to check this out because I have had an old injury on my neck (whiplash) which has required physical therapy and she said this could be responsible for the headaches now.  she explained in detail how the nerves in the neck reach the nerves in the head and into the eye, where I have the most of my pain.  she also wants me to get physical therapy for my neck when I go for the other therapy.

we also talked about my progress at balance therapy (or lack thereof).  she was very frank with me.  she told me that, after 11+ years and this many months of therapy, it is what it is.  some people just have to learn to live with being dizzy.  however, the goal of balance therapy, she told me, is to learn to adapt to being dizzy.  be comfortable with it, if you will.  learn to live with being dizzy.

I'm going to be honest.  I'm not comfortable with being dizzy.  I'm not happy with it.  I'm not accepting of it.

I do understand it, for the most part.  I still don't know how I got it in the first place.  Or why I have to be one of the "chosen ones" who get to keep my vertigo where there are lots of "normies" walking around who get vertigo and it goes away.  It's just like everything else in my life.  If something unappealing and less desirable could happen to a person, it's going to happen to me.  I'll get the weird side effects of medications, I'll get the strange symptoms, the wrong diagnoses.  And, apparently, the less-likely ones, too.  Vertigo forever.  It could be the name of punk band.

I've gone twice to bathe dogs with Stacy.  I held up better than I thought I would.  there were times I got dizzy and tired, but I pushed through it.  if I'm going to be dizzy forever, I have to just cowgirl up and do things dizzy.  Now that sounds like a slogan..."Do things DIZZY"  should I put that on t-shirts?

trying to 'break free"

I've been feeling restless lately.

maybe it's the unusually warm winter, or my medication (or lack thereof), which has been making me feel better mentally as well as physically, or maybe it's the balance therapy, or maybe it's a combination of some or all of these things, but I've been feeling like it's time to move on to the next "thing," whatever that may be.

so I've been entertaining the idea of going back to work.

I never have stopped "looking" for work, but I never respond to help wanted ads.  I still don't.  not yet.  but I have started looking more closely, trying to match my skills and location and such.

some days I feel more ready than others.

I was feeling pretty good about this decision this week, in fact.  very much so.  I began talking about it with family and friends.  I got a lot of pep talks and advice.  start slow, work part-time, you can do anything you set your mind to, you've done this before...

I have come back from worse, much worse.  my vertigo attacks have left me unable to walk, barely able to breathe, hardly able to think.

I'm not there.  I'm here.  walking, breathing, thinking.

bring on the job, then, right?

I don't know.

because then something so simple as a trip to Lowe's home improvement store makes me doubt all that.

I went there today with my girlfriend to look at patio furniture.  I was in there maybe 10 minutes when I look up one of the huge shelves for cushions and the dizziness starts.

I try to ignore it and go about my business.  even after my partner points it out.  I tell her that I need to try to deal with busy environments.

we keep shopping, but there is no relief from the lights, the movement, the stimulation of the store.  my head keeps buzzing and I start to feel overheated.  I stumble around some.

I don't want to leave even though I am swaying.  I'm tired of my prison at home.  Eventually, though, it becomes too much and we leave.

Stacy can't resist asking, "part-time job, right?"  really?  as if I weren't disgusted enough.

I'm thoughtful the rest of the day.  thoughtful as in disappointed.  I feel like I'm chained to the house.  whenever I leave it, I get over-stimulated and dizzy.  How will I ever get back to a normal life?