Doodle-A-Thought

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So last Wednesday I had a date with an old friend. This harsh mistress I call Vertigo has kept me company on a number of occasions. Lasting for days and nights.

It's like having a f-buddy, one always has the upper hand in the situation and it never ends up the way you want.

In bed, I can lay my head on its side. In the past I never had a problem but over the last 8-9 years, since my friend has been visiting, I have a harder time. Too many minutes or seconds on my side and I can feel my head starting to spin. Before it’s too late I have to prop my head upwards or its ‘round and ‘round like a top.

I woke up Wednesday with a weird feeling in the head so sit up. I don’t remember if I was on my side or woke up like this but it’s the feeling that I hate waking up to.

You know what they say, “I don’t wish this on my own worst enemies”. Well, I don’t know why you wouldn’t because if they are your enemies, you would. That’s the whole point.

With a spiraling head, I head to the bathroom to get my bearings cus laying back down seem to make my head even worst.

I’ve never had that happen before. Laying down has always helped. Laying down was never a problem, standing up and moving is. So this was all new.

Crouching down in the fetal position in front of the bathroom sink made things better. My head wasn’t spinning so harshly.

Here is when you start to count the ways this day is going down hill.

1. In five hours you have to take the kids to the medical clinic for tests.

2. No one is around as my back up – my sister is in the states.

3. This dizziness isn’t going away.

4. My body heats up like it’s summer outside.

Plus side to all this is when I called my nephew to see if he can take the kids over this afternoon, my sister came back the night before. So she was able to do it for me.

This is how one is really the loneliest number.

For most of Wednesday, I lay in bed and having a hard time finding the right position for my head so it won’t spin.

All the sensations are amplified when I'm in this spot.

The bright day hurts my eyes even when shut. Noise of any sort irritates. Getting those fucking stupid phone calls from work make my body hurt.

First it’s the ring that wakes me up or surprises my calmness. Then it’s having to concentrate on the conversation and trying to talk. Both of those increase the stress on my brain and body. I start to breath heavy. I can barely concentrate or think clearly. And when the call is over, I feel worst than before. If I don't answer, then the call comes, and comes, and comes.

I’ll even hyperventilate to a point where I’m breathing heavy, body is tingling and I can barely stand if I was up.

I just want to be left alone. No questions, no touching, no noise, no light, no food, no liquid.

The gases in my stomach makes me want to burp. If I don't burp, my stomach feels "bad".

Burping is good. Burping leads to a cough. A cough leads to vomiting.

A dry heave on porcelain bus.

A real dusty, prairie plain dry heave. Nothing came out. The fact that I haven’t eaten for 10 hours doesn’t help.

I swear, I was so dry that I though my esophagus was showing in my mouth like a prolapsed butt hole.

Lesson learned from the past. Puke and get all that bad stuff in your stomach out. You will feel soooo much better when you do.

To increase the vomit success, I drink a little water.

A smidge bettter.

With all honesty, I have never in my whole life threw up and had what seemed like foam come out.

Foam?

Chunks. Check.

Liquid. Check.

Mush. Check.

Air. Check.

Foam. Yes, finally, check.

Wednesday, I was on my back for so long that my shoulders were hurting from being in the same position. I tetter-totter from my bed to the fetal position all day.

Thursday was a bit better. My head's not so harsh. Feeling about 24% good. 50% is where I’m standing and mobile but any quick movement will revert me back to a spot on the short bus.

I sat at the top of the stairs for most of the day. Noise was tolerable. Light barely good. At least I could stand without feeling like I was running on a ball like a circus bear.

But no quick movements yet for this play pal.

I was lucky that this tumble in the sack with my mistress wasn’t like my previous bouts. The second day is usually like the first, just half as strong. It’s normally the third day that I’m able to stand and sit for a length of time.

I was even good enough to eat without seeing it twice. Or three times.

Ahhh soup.

I’m a vegetable soup sick kinda guy. Not really a condensed tomato soup with milk type.

More sitting on my ass. Burping. Oh and one bowel movement that I think helped the cleansing. I think you need release from all openings to get all the bad stuff out.

By the evening, I had another can of soup and one can of fruit to get the body back into fighting form.

Good enough to listen to the tv, minus the flickering light to keep my entertained until I sleep.

Friday morning and I feel better. Say about 55%.

I passed the four stages of getting out of the door.

Stage 1: wake up without feeling dizzy.

Stage 2: take a shower without making myself dizzy again from closing my eyes and rinsing my lushious head of hair.

Stage 3: brush my teeth without shaking my head dizzy.

Stage 4: put clothes on.

I was ready enough take on the world. Or at least work.

If work could have move along without me, my first day back would have been more successful. Instead I receive my “gratitude” diva greeting and a mess of work to catch up on.

I only lasted 15 minutes before being overwhelmed with brain failure and starting to breath hard and fast.

I caught my breath, stablized myself, ate a little bit of fruit and left by noon time.

Apparently the further I got away from work, the better I felt through the day. The 18 degrees,fresh air and sun didn't hurt either.

Unless you go through the same thing, trust my schedule and don't interupt.

Long live gravel.