It has been quite some time since I’ve posted here. My family and I had a wonderful vacation in Florida for two weeks, and I was expecting to be able to post about sweetness and light and fun at Disneyland. I was all set to return to my normal routine of running and badminton, went out of nowhere something knocked me down. I was at work, talking to some of my colleagues, and in the middle of the conversation I started to feel dizzy. ” I’ve felt dizzy before”, I said. “This will pass”. It didn’t. It hasn’t.
The dizziness became so extreme that I was nauseous. Once I was truly scared, I asked for help from some of my coworkers. An ambulance was called, I spent a ridiculous amount of time on a gurney in a hospital in Mississauga, and I was seen very quickly by a doctor who advised me I had vertigo – a conclusion I had already arrived at.
While it was happening, it felt exactly like when I suffered from nitrogen narcosis while diving 10 years ago; the only thing that kept going through my mind while it was happening was that it was vertigo. I had no idea that art itself be so extreme, so severe, and so debilitating. Don’t let it happen to you!
The following day I spent in bed sleeping. A minor triumph on the Sunday, as I was able to walk downstairs and sit on a couch. I was also able to read, which became my lifeline and nearly sole pastime. I wasn’t able to use a computer, I was able to fix anything to eat, but at least I had that. I stayed off the next week, slowly getting better. Apparently the folks I work with all figured I had a heart attack or had collapsed due to my weight loss, and an associated lack of energy due to dieting. (HA!)
The thing is, I haven’t fully recovered, and it was 4 weeks yesterday. I believe what I had was the benign positional vertigo, which is temporary and will eventually pass. However it’s been four weeks since it hit me, and I’m getting so frustrated. 10 days ago I finally began running again. Last night was my first time back it badminton and over six weeks, counting the time I was on vacation. I’ve missed both so very much, and I’m not treasuring each time I run – something I never thought would happen. I catch myself smiling, almost laughing at the end of a hard run, letting the feeling of freedom, the feeling of my legs moving, my arms pumping, my breathing hard. I never thought I would love, or miss, running as much as I do.
Near as I can tell, I think I had (have!) vestibular neuronitis. I hope it is nothing more serious. I’ve found that the exercise helps – it’s like any other part of your body, it seems. Work it, get it in shape again. Who knows. I just know that I don’t want it to happen again. Ever. It is awful.