No answers, continued

I saw the neurologist yesterday. The MRI of my cervical spine was also negative. That pretty much rules out MS now.

The doctor still sees weakness in my legs and I am not walking correctly. I still don’t have consistent balance. When I stand for too long, I feel like I’m going to pass out. That’s where we are now.

Next step is an MRI of my lower back and EMG with nerve conduction studies to my legs. I still have to get the bloodwork done, too. I didn’t make vestibular therapy for this week because, frankly, I couldn’t afford all the co-pays. I’ll go back next week as it really does help.

If we can’t find anything, the neurologist is going on the theory that this is a mega virus that has really suppressed my vestibular system and it just has to work itself out.

Trying to stay positive!

What’s been happening

It’s been a couple weeks.

My dizziness has generally gotten better. I will have problems if I move my head too quickly, but, overall, the dizziness is much better. I think vestibular therapy and time have helped.

I still have shakiness and weakness in my legs. No idea why. I’m also really easily fatigued.

I also went to the ER last week with an attack of colitis. My gastroenterologist said not to worry about it because he had just given me a colonoscopy that showed no disease. However, this has made the fourth time in three years or so that this has happened to me. I don’t know if it’s related to anything, but, since it’s happening now, I thought I’d record it.

I just saw a neurologist yesterday who actually took a long and detailed history of my symptoms and gave me a thorough exam. She is ordering some MRI’s. She did not think this was related to stress (neither did my psychiatrist, btw).

Oh, and the itching finally went away.

I made an appointment with a rheumatologist just in case no one else can figure this out. I do not plan on being sick forever. Or, if I am, I at least want to know what I have.

Thank you, next

Neurologist today.

Did not go well. We went over my symptoms and he feels they are not neurological.

He went on to suggest they are from stress.

Sigh.

I’ve been down this road before. Neurologists telling that my condition does not present as “typical.”

That doesn’t make it psychological.

He said people also don’t suffer from chronic vertigo. Which is false. Being a member of several vestibular/balance/dizziness communities, I can confirm that thousands of people suffer from chronic vertigo.

So, he already had my distrust.

But, EVEN IF the walking issues were somehow due to some kind of psychological compensation, which does happen after someone gets vertigo (which I also told him and he DENIED!!!! This is, indeed, a fact, proven to me when I have had severe vertigo in the past and explained to me by doctors and vestibular therapists)  I did not psychogenically develop cellulitis and swollen lymph nodes.

He referred me to a movement specialist. A partner of his. I don’t know how I feel about going. I don’t think this is a movement disorder. And, if it isn’t a neurological one, then I’m back to it’s because of these infections I keep getting.

K

It’s all apparently uphill from here

Vestibular therapy again today. My normal therapist was out so I worked with someone else.

She watched my balance issues and my body’s responses to exercises and basically said what my other therapist said: that this is not normal vertigo stuff and hopefully the neurologist could figure out what is happening.

She asked me if I have a family history of MS or Parkinson’s (I do not). She feels I should be thoroughly checked for either of these.

I still have an entire week until I see the neurologist and this is frustrating to say the least.

Oh yeah, my walking is actually getting worse, too.

I’m honestly not even afraid of what it can be. I’m more afraid of no one finding out what it is.

Health Rundown

Lately, I've felt a little like a health project.

At the end of August, I had minor surgery on my elbow to try to correct numbness in the fingers in my left hand. The surgery is called cubital tunnel release. The recovery has been pretty fast, but the numbness is pretty much the same. It can take up to a year for the numbness to subside, or it can stay the same. Thing is, without the surgery, I was risking further numbness and wasting to my hand, so I had to try it.

Tomorrow, I have an EMG for both of my hands because of pain and more numbness. I had had a carpal tunnel release in 1997 in my right hand which seemed to help for a while. Apparently, though, carpal tunnel syndrome can return. Or something.

So there's that. A few days ago, I had an endoscopy and colonoscopy because I have had constant heartburn and acid, no matter what I ate. I already know I have a hiatal hernia, which I had been diagnosed with over 20 years ago. When I woke up from the procedure, the doctor told me I have a small ulcer in my small intestine. Why not, right?

Aside from all this, I have an upcoming appointment with an orthopedist to check out my neck. I've talked before about the issues I have with compressions on my vertebrae or whatever I have. My neurologist has not been a tremendous help. In fact, I can't get an appointment with my neurologist at all, just the nurse practitioner. Not to minimize nurse practitioners, but I am not convinced she knows what to do with this condition. She keeps changing the information about it; it's serious, it's not. It can affect this, it can affect that, no it can't. I just don't think she knows. The office won't let me see the doctor. Just weird. So I'm going to an orthopedist. Let him check out the situation.

And I am going to go to a pain management center for my fibromyalgia. I have also been seeing that nurse practitioner for the fibro, but, well, same story. She's also been monitoring my migraines. The pain center should be able to handle that as well.

The balance issues have been status quo, I suppose. Don't move my head fast. Don't let myself get too hungry. Don't bend too quickly. Stuff like that. It is a part of me.

That's my wobbly life for now.

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.

whose time is it anyway?

and so, Monday was my physical.

I wasn't quite fond of the idea of going.  less so, was I fond of the doctor who was performing said physical.

however, it was suggested by the nurse practitioner at the neurologist's office, that I have a physical done to have different things checked out (I felt like a faulty vehicle), and so I went.

this was my agenda: discuss my horrible joint pain which I think is not just fibromyalgia, discuss my inability to lose weight despite my hardly eating anything, discuss the strange dizziness that isn't my normal vertigo (that the physical therapist said see a cardiologist about (I still don't know about that...), and bring up a, er...personal problem (it's gross, you don't care about that).

this was her agenda: do I get a womanly check-up every year? (I'm a little behind, ok). mammogram? (same, but, for my age, it's not crucial, so back off), and stop smoking (of course she needs to say that).

she was casual, but really casual.  relaxed is ok, but there is a point where, for me, it gets uncomfortable when health care professionals are so laid-back, they fail to be working (almost) and they are barely going through the motions.  like she was saying to me by her actions, "I really don't want to be here, but..." (hey, who does? it is her job, though, make an effort, huh?).

my girlfriend has this saying, she picked up along the way about not taking other people's inventory.  basically, it's along the lines of don't judge people.  I used to be that way.  but I'm becoming more judgmental as I come into contact with more people.  I also find it amusing that she uses that line, because she is one of the most judgmental people I know, but that's ok.  I love her just the way she is.  anyway.

the physical was over and done with in the blink of an eye.  I felt like I was bothering her every time I asked her a question.  I managed to squeeze a few of my concerns in, but not the major one, the dizziness.  she made me feel so disgusted and, well, stupid.  (this seems to be a common theme for me, people making me feel stupid).  it was all I could do to keep in the tears.  I actually couldn't.  as soon as she left the room, they came and I cried as I undressed for my EKG.  Later, I cried even more in the bathroom.  I resolved never to go back to her again.

so, added to the list of doctors who made me feel that their time, somehow is more "valuable" than my time.

to quote Dennis Miller, "I don't want to go on a rant here, but..."

having the letters MD (or DO, as it were, in her case) at the end of your name, does not make seconds, minutes or hours have any more value than anyone else.  you may make more money than other people, but, at the end of the day, we all have the same 24 hours in a day, the same mundane tasks to perform during them (everybody eats, sleeps and goes to the bathroom), and, eventually, every single one of us will die.

yeah, that's where she took me.

this whole journey, this being a patient thing, this going from a "healthy person" to a "less-than-healthy" one and seeing doctor after doctor, healthcare person after healthcare person has made me so damned sensitive to, well, everything, every part of the process of getting a person healthy; the language that's used, the atmosphere in which one is treated, the timeliness of getting results, the amount of support available.

it seems to be lost on me.

first of all, my condition isn't life or death.  it's life-affecting, but I'll live.

second of all, NOBODY CARES, or seems to.  maybe because of the first thing I said.  and also probably because the percent of people it affects like me are small.

third of all, what I am going to do with this information?  even though I realize that this stuff applies to people not only with balance disorders or fibromyalgia, or whatever else I may or may not have (or the people I've worked with...they've been treated quite poorly as well), and this is a far-reaching problem, I am not sure how to get my voice heard.  I feel like I'm one person, one small voice yelling in a throng of so many apathetic drones who just go on with their day-to-day existences UNTIL

it matters to THEM.  or THEIR families or people THEY know or love.

I suppose that's one reason I write this blog.  and hope it matters to somebody.

I WILL write my book, too.  because that will mean so much more.

good to know

I met with Stacy on Monday.  but while I was waiting to see her, I asked one of the receptionists how many more visits I had.

I may have explained this before, but with my insurance, I'm entitled to roughly 20 visits.  after that, my therapist can assess me and extend my therapy for roughly 20 more, but that is all that I am entitled to for the entire year, regardless of my medical need. so if I get hit by a truck and then need more physical therapy, apparently, I would be out of luck until a year has passed.  so it is in my best interest to not use up every single one of my physical therapy visits just on balance therapy, just in case.

so, the receptionist told me, "oh, this is visit 20 of 20."

really?  when did they plan on telling me this?  wow.

I felt like someone had pulled the rug out from under me.  I wasn't ready yet.

other times I had gone to physical therapy, I had known in advance when my last day was coming.  I usually brought something in for the therapists as a "thank you" gift, like cookies or something.  one practice awards "graduates" with shirts and other tokens when they have completed their therapy.  this seemed a bit cold.

I had been seeing these people for months.  joking with them.  crying to them.  and now, because of an arbitrary number set by the government, it was suddenly going to be over.  one of my few links to the "outside world."  I know I'm taking this way too hard, but my world is very small, and it was about to become even smaller.

so, Stacy came for me and took me to a treatment room so we could discuss my progress.  she gave me a few questionnaires to fill out, rating scales which measure my confidence and depression levels.

funny thing about that.  since I've studied about these kind of tests and administered them myself, I'm always guessing at what "they" are looking for, and not always what I really feel.  it's a terrible way to be, I know.  but it's like trying to unlearn to read.  you can't do it.  try it.  just try to look at a page of written words without reading them.  yeah, I thought so.

well, I knew that I couldn't seem too depressed and I had to show more confidence than the last time I took these tests and, well, maybe I have progressed somewhat anyway, I don't know.  it's hard to be honest when you are trying to not be honest.

in any case, Stacy was happy with my answers, and that's what matters.  right?

she told me that we will have a few more sessions where we will plan my dismissal.  she'd make sure I was all set with home exercise.

that's when I told her about my little experiment with home exercise.  I was ready for her to tell me it was anxiety again.

instead, she told me that I should get a cardiac workup, that what I described to her sounded cardiac.  I'm not gonna lie; I started crying.  not because I'm worried, but because I felt like an ass.

I don't even know why I felt stupid, though.  I guess because I have let doctors push me around and to the side so long and dismiss me, even when I feel things like this.  well, why shouldn't I?  I let other people do it, too.

I told her I would finally get a physical and go from there.  I also asked her if it would be possible to see the neurologist sooner than the end of June.  actually, I am seeing the nurse practioner and I want to see the doctor.  I didn't think that was unreasonable.  neither did Stacy.  she told me to tell this to the receptionists (p.s., they couldn't find me an appointment with him).  we then had our normal session and I was on my way.

since then, I've made an appointment with my primary care doctor for a physical. I've been exercising some. other than that, business as usual.

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??

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.

my eyes and the problems they cause me

my vision therapy evaluation, such as it was, has came and gone.

I guess you can gather from that statement that it was quite short.  far shorter than I thought it would be.  initially, they told me that they set aside 3 days for the exam; two days for the testing and a third day for the doctor to go over the results.

they didn't count on me.  always the exception.  great.

sometimes it's a good thing to be done with tests quickly.  this was not one of these times.

the evaluator was simply unable to perform more than two or three tests with me.  why?  the tests require one to have the ability to see in 3-D.  because I have the crossed eye, I simply lack this ability.  completely.  I've never been able to "enjoy" a 3-D book or movie.  no biggie.  it's not like a handicap or anything.  it does impact my vision in other ways, like depth perception (learning parallel parking was a nightmare!), but, still, this is not a big deal in my life.  since I was born this way, my brain has learned to compensate and I move about in my flat little world.

however, it did bring the testing to a screeching halt.  so, day one of testing was compacted into about 30 minutes.  day two of testing turned into me talking to the doctor about day one and playing around a little bit with some prisms.  there was no need for day three.

so, the doctor basically told me that I have three options as far as vision therapy goes.  option one is to get surgery to fix my eye.  he doesn't do that, but he could recommend someone who does.  then, I would get therapy to go along with the surgery.  I wasn't too keen on option one.  I like my eye.  I don't want to take chances with my eyesight.  I don't know anyone who had success with this.  In fact, I know people who had this surgery and had their eyes be worse off afterwards.  I just read this article about the surgery and my stomach has not stopped lurching since (and this is just the facts, not any horror stories whatsoever):
Eye muscle repair So, I think option one is out.  I've lived with a crossed eye for 44 years.  I think I can live with it for another 44-whatever.

option two is to do nothing at all.  I kind of feel that this is not an option, either.  very often, I find myself hitting walls in balance therapy (not literally!) because the therapists are telling me that certain things I need to work on fall under the auspices of vision therapy.  ok, vision therapist, therapize me!

option three, then, is to come to him for vision therapy.  and that means many things.  working with prisms to try to straighten the eye (if we decide to go that route).  I did tell the doctor that, while it would be nice to learn to park without hitting other cars and objects and to go through fast food drive-ins without taking my side mirrors off (ok, so I haven't completely learned to compensate with my lack of depth perception!), correcting my crossed eye isn't as important to me as addressing the real reason I came to him in the first place; to desensitize me from the things that make me dizzy.  flashing lights.  sudden objects in my visual field.  busy stimulating environments.  can he help fix those?  it was a little difficult to get him on track there, but he seemed to be saying yes, he could.  I mean, he was the guy my neurologist referred me to in the first place.  I have to believe he can help.  he's the "eye guy..."

he sent me home with some insurance paperwork to sign and return and had me talk to the therapist to set up my first appointment after I confirmed that my insurance covered his services.  I have to admit a feeling of leeriness.  it's a money thing, and I hope he knows what he is doing.  something just feels...odd...maybe it's just change.  I do have a hard time trusting people.  I guess I'll give it a go and see what happens.  first appointment in a few weeks.

strength training and inner strength

so now my balance therapy has branched out.

when I go for my vestibular exercise, I get strength training.  it's way harder than I thought it would be.

I squat, I lift dumbbells, I use weight machines, I do resistance exercises.

I need this stuff.

I'm glad I made the decision to ask for this.  even when I am sore.

I'm also glad I made the decision to do this at the same place where I get my balance therapy, even though the orthopedist told me to go to a facility that specializes in arthritis.

fact is, I get dizzy when I work out.  so we have to deal with that.  the other place may or may not have been equipped for that.  besides, doesn't it make sense to have the same therapist track your progress?  and, since my neurologist is treating both my fibromyalgia and my vestibular dysfunction, he can prescribe as much physical therapy as I need.  not have me running all over the place.

when I'm lucky, I also get heat treatments, too.  I say "lucky" because only one therapist seems to give them to me.  not sure why.  I'm not the kind to ask for stuff like that.  I know I'm the patient, and it's my treatment, so I shouldn't feel that way.  but I do.  I feel that it is a luxury, like someone getting a poolside massage.  stupid, I know.

I feel this way about every aspect of my treatment lately...that I am on an extended vacation.  and I know why.

my girlfriend calls it, "people taking my inventory."  everybody does it.  I'm sick of it.  for example, my 9-year-old ASKING ME WHAT I DO ALL DAY!  (seriously??)

I've already mentioned my mom.  she goes in spurts. I'm just waiting til the next one.

I'm the worst offender, though.  because I know I'm not doing as much as I should.  as much as I want to be doing.  and then other people's criticisms ring in my ears and I'm paralyzed.  a self-fulfilling prophecy. I'm trying to work on it in talk therapy, but, until I come to some conclusion, health-wise, I don't know how far I will come.

it is hard for me to make a life for myself at home.  harder still when I get dizzy doing things that used to make me happy, like dancing, or taking long walks or driving.

I'm trying to push myself to do the things I used to do, because I'm unwilling to give up at 44 years old.  I used to live in a black hole.  I'll be damned if I'm falling back inside of there.

yes, for my kids, always for my kids, but for once, a tiny part of me says for ME, too.  (I can't tell you how my stomach churns when I think it...but I'm trying to believe it, anyway)

so, after I write this, I WILL get off the couch and practice SOMETHING.  some b's.  some squats.  play on the Wii.  I MUST motivate myself to move and, as much as I think I can't, I MUST move my head around.  I KNOW it will make me dizzy.  that is the point.  make myself a little dizzy each day and maybe I will be less dizzy someday...

some concerns

I've been in vestibular therapy for several months now and here's where I'm at.

There are days when I seem to do the exercises pretty well.  And there are days, like yesterday, when a simple walk on the treadmill barely more than ONE MILE PER HOUR can make me go into horrible spins.

It's frustrating and confusing.

As usual, the staff are extremely supportive and encouraging, so that helps.  Still.  I can't help but wonder.  I am going to be among those that cannot be "cured" because it has been too long since the initial damage to my vestibular system?  I know that even if this is true, this time won't have been wasted since I've learned so much here, but I wonder if some day this "truth" will become a "reality."  This scares me.

I also wonder if it is possible that there hasn't been enough done to discover the underlying cause to the dizziness, too, and this frustrates me as well.  We are guessing that the cause is labrynthitis because an ENT said so when I first got sick, but what if HE was wrong?  I mean, does it really make sense that I would remain dizzy all these years from ONE case of labrynthitis?  I can't find much to support that truth.

At the suggestion of the neurologist, I saw the vision therapist.  He decided I would be a good candidate for therapy.  He said it *might* help with the balance issues; it often does in cases like mine.  He actually was very optimistic.  Cautiously optimistic.  I guess he has to be.  There is a lengthy evaluation process, so the therapy won't begin for a while.

I also talked to my "main" physical therapist about adding strength training to my balance therapy.  I also suffer from fibromyalgia and have been having it rough.  I was hesitant about going somewhere else for physical therapy, considering my balance issues.  She thought I was being smart (I did, too!) and said she'd talk with the doctor.

After some hard thinking, I've decided I have to do a couple of things, even though it's kind of "admitting" my state of disability...which...apparently is a bad thing to do.  Anyway, I am in the process of obtaining Medicaid taxi in my area so I can alleviate my partner from having to drive me from appointment to appointment, and so I can make more appointments during the week if I want to.  I also am applying for SCAT (Suffolk County Accessible Transit).  It is a paratransit service that will provide door-to-door pick-up for rides around my county.  I've had this service before; in Florida, and when I lived in Nassau County and, while it is not the ideal way to get around, it can be very helpful and is much more cost-efficient than a taxi.  I also gave my doctor paperwork to fill out to have my student loan forgiven. This was a killer for me.  Since I graduated almost 13 years ago, I think I've been able to work a combined total 4 years...IF that.  What a disaster.  No one plans for things like this.  I certainly didn't.  And now, I keep having my loan put into forbearance and deferment over and over again because I certainly can't make payments while I'm living off of social security disability checks.  Meanwhile, the interest has ballooned my loan to well over $40,000. It may as well be a million.

While these things are, in and of themselves, quite depressing, I'm dealing pretty well most of the time.

I did, however, have to field this conversation with my mother yesterday, and it threw me for a loop:

MOM: "I saw something the other day about domestic violence.  When you are ready to go back to work, I think that would be a good field for you to go into, considering all you have been through..."

ME: "I definitely think I would volunteer in that field, but, considering everything I've had to do for Tara (my adult autistic daughter), I know I that I would go back to what I HAD been doing."

MOM: "What you HAD been doing What? Sitting on your ass?"

Now my stomach tightens.  I see red.  I try not to throw the phone through my glass doors.

ME: "I said what I HAD been doing.  You know perfectly well what I mean.  Working with developmentally disabled individuals.  You know, when you get like this, I don't want to talk with you anymore..."

MOM: "Oh, I didn't hear you..."

ME: "You heard me perfectly well.  You even repeated exactly what I said.  What I HAD been doing.  Not what I HAVE been doing..."

The thing is, my mother sees my not working as a FAILURE of some sort.  Same for my not driving.

It's hard enough for me.  It's absolutely TORTUROUS when I don't have the support of someone so important to me.

Does she think I don't WANT to work?  Does anyone think I WANT to be dizzy?  To have my thoughts scrambled constantly?  To fall out of nowhere?  To be a shadow of my former self?  To be dependent on other people?

I used to be Supermom!  At one time, I worked full-time and went for my Masters degree and was in the Community Choir and volunteered for my Church while raising two kids.

This illness has invaded my head and my body in such a way that I can't think and don't know which way is up.  I don't want this.  AND I AM DOING EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO TRY AND FIX THIS!

However...it has been so many years, with so many WRONG treatments, WRONG medications and just so much time has passed.  What if it is just too late?

holding on

I woke up today and, right off the bat, I realized that getting to the bathroom was not going to be as easy as it usually was.

When I stepped onto the floor, I felt everything tilt and I stumbled until I hit the wall.

It was as if I had been at sea for months and I hadn't gotten my sea legs and recovering from a hangover without the fun of the drink the night before.

here I go again...


I knew this day was coming.  I just didn't know when.  And now I kinda felt like Chicken Little with pieces of sky in my face.  This is not an "I told you so" you want to have right.

But with a vestibular disorder, you're always Chicken Little and the sky is always falling.  No one wants to think so, but you can go from perfect to horrible in the blink of an eye.

Let me start from the beginning.  I'll try not to be too boring.

11 years ago this past Christmas Eve, I joined the ranks of the dizzy.  It was much worse than it is now.  Much, much worse.  At first, I thought I was having seizures, but I was awake.  My eyes rolled up in my head and my body would shudder violently.  (My moronic fiancee...now my ex-husband...didn't get me immediate medical care because he feared the hospital testing me for drugs!  We smoked a little pot.  For Christ's sake, I would have taken HIM if we had just shot up heroin and done twenty lines of coke, but, like I said, he's a moron).

When the attacks continued, we finally did go to an emergency room, where they told us to follow up with a neurologist.  On our way there, I fell in the parking lot, which happened to be adjacent to another hospital.  The neurologist's office said to bring me to the hospital instead, where they told me it was "stress" and sent me home with Xanax and Zoloft.  THAT made things 1000 times worse.  Within a day, we were calling an ambulance from my house, but since the EMT's didn't know what to make of me, they were asking me in the ambulance if I were being beaten.

I took many tests and spoke to many people at the hospital.  Finally, an Ear, Nose and Throat doctor told me he knew what was wrong with me...Labrynthitis, a severe infection of the inner ear that causes vertigo like mine.  He said the vertigo could take a few weeks to go away and he prescribed steroids and further testing at his office.

That should be the end of the story.  But it isn't.

His testing revealed "central nervous system damage" (whatever that meant).  He told me to follow up with a neurologist.

And so my nightmare with doctors began.

I saw doctor after doctor, had test after test.  No one could put a finger on what was wrong with me.  Some told me it was "in my head."  Some misdiagnosed me.

I lost the support of most of my family and friends because of my depression and the actions it led me to do. And because they didn't really think I was "sick."

I had to keep researching myself, finding answers, support, weeding out bad doctors, unhealthy relationships.  It has not been easy.

Two years ago, I decided to go back to the beginning.  An ENT and have him retest me.  Same results.  My inner ear is messed up.  From there, I tried some physical therapy.  That therapist sent me to a neurologist, who sent me for some testing.  That testing is what led me to my current treatment with a practice who finally understands how all this works...the vestibular system.  Every question I ask, they can answer.  They understand WHY my body does what it does.  HOW my lazy eye affects my improvement.  HOW neurology plays a part in the vestibular system.  EVERYTHING.  Even how psychology plays a role.  Amazing.

So, back to today.  I knew it would come.  How many times have I had relapses?  Too many.  I haven't had    one since I've started balance therapy at this place, though, but I'm glad I have them.  And I'm glad I have an appointment tomorrow.  I know they will help me through this one.