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I see from my notes that the migraine-or-whatever-it-was that started all this nonsense was on May 25. May 25. That day I stayed home from work, curled up on the couch, weeping quietly and trying like hell to find any position at all to lie in where everything didn't hurt. Electric heating pad on my stomach, ice pack on the back of my neck, couldn't sit up, couldn't eat, couldn't even drink water. It sucked.
The next morning, on the way to work, intending to go to the doctor that afternoon, I felt dizzy and light-headed. Likewise the morning after that. And, as I've said, most days since then. MAY 25, y'all.
Things I have not had/do not have:
Things I also have not had:
I've been to the regular urgent-care doctor, who called in two different prescription painkillers; I've also seen the ENT twice and the neurologist. Each has ordered an MRI (brain and neck), and the neuro has also ordered a carotid ultrasound and a vENG (electronystagmogram, incidentally, though electronauseogram is a name that seems more accurate to me), and prescribed a tapering-down course of corticosteroids to deal with what he believes is wild inflammation of the muscles in my neck.
I've bought new contour pillows and been resting more than really seems reasonable. I've been monumentally frustrated that as prolonged ailments go, this shouldn't really be that bad - compared to what other people live with, I mean - so I feel like it shouldn't be knocking me down so hard. I should be able to suck it up and deal, and it's maddening that I can't. Rationally, I mean, of course I can't; I have random swoops of ~oh, hey, there it is~, and that makes it really hard to focus and get things done, and that's really not good, and it needs fixing, and it's not wrong of me to admit that. But I'm so annoyed that what's knocking me flat is something so stupid and seemingly deal-with-able. I feel like a weakling.
Yesterday I sat down to work on my paper and my head swam. I thought about how I'd felt a lot better for a lot of the weekend, but then remembered that in fact I had to go back to the hotel for a nap between games on Friday, and felt quite wobbly on Saturday, so it wasn't e.g. the case that I felt well when I went away and something is wrong with my apartment (and my car, and my office ...). Nor, for another example, was it the case that there was some bizarro psychological explanation for this whole thing and it went away once the paper I was stressing about was done. (That wouldn't have made sense anyway, on account of I've been feeling dizzy since before the class even began. But still.)
I JUST WANT IT TO GO AWAY. WHIIINE.
The next morning, on the way to work, intending to go to the doctor that afternoon, I felt dizzy and light-headed. Likewise the morning after that. And, as I've said, most days since then. MAY 25, y'all.
Things I have not had/do not have:
- a stroke
- a tumor
- multiple sclerosis
Things I also have not had:
- two consecutive days without vertigo.
I've been to the regular urgent-care doctor, who called in two different prescription painkillers; I've also seen the ENT twice and the neurologist. Each has ordered an MRI (brain and neck), and the neuro has also ordered a carotid ultrasound and a vENG (electronystagmogram, incidentally, though electronauseogram is a name that seems more accurate to me), and prescribed a tapering-down course of corticosteroids to deal with what he believes is wild inflammation of the muscles in my neck.
I've bought new contour pillows and been resting more than really seems reasonable. I've been monumentally frustrated that as prolonged ailments go, this shouldn't really be that bad - compared to what other people live with, I mean - so I feel like it shouldn't be knocking me down so hard. I should be able to suck it up and deal, and it's maddening that I can't. Rationally, I mean, of course I can't; I have random swoops of ~oh, hey, there it is~, and that makes it really hard to focus and get things done, and that's really not good, and it needs fixing, and it's not wrong of me to admit that. But I'm so annoyed that what's knocking me flat is something so stupid and seemingly deal-with-able. I feel like a weakling.
Yesterday I sat down to work on my paper and my head swam. I thought about how I'd felt a lot better for a lot of the weekend, but then remembered that in fact I had to go back to the hotel for a nap between games on Friday, and felt quite wobbly on Saturday, so it wasn't e.g. the case that I felt well when I went away and something is wrong with my apartment (and my car, and my office ...). Nor, for another example, was it the case that there was some bizarro psychological explanation for this whole thing and it went away once the paper I was stressing about was done. (That wouldn't have made sense anyway, on account of I've been feeling dizzy since before the class even began. But still.)
I JUST WANT IT TO GO AWAY. WHIIINE.
