I had hoped that I would be able to retire the recurring theme of "I'm donating my body to science", but alas, another chapter is now unfolding. I finished the last of my medication one week ago. I am soooo happy to be off of all antivirals, antibiotics and steroids now! I may have mentioned that the cure for my bout with Bell's palsy and shingles has been almost as bad, no, let me re-phrase, much worse than the original symptoms. Even the excruciating pain from my wickedly swollen earlobe pales in comparison to the side effects I've suffered at the hands of prednisone. So I did a little happy dance last Tuesday when I took the last pill.
On Wednesday, I began experiencing some dizziness. I assumed it was from coming off the medication. However, on Thursday it continued to worsen to the point that I felt like a pinball every time I tried to walk, bumping off walls and furniture. You know the old Carole King song, "I feel the earth. move. under my feet. I feel the sky. come. tumbling down. tum-ble-ing down."? Well, that's me.
On Friday, BigJoel had to go to Canada so my precious mother-in-law came and got the girls for school because we knew that if I couldn't even walk a straight line, I shouldn't be driving a motor vehicle. My sweet friend Johanna took me to the doctor. (I felt like a MeMaw having to be driven to my appointments, but at least I don't have silver-blue hair yet. )
I love my family doctor, but at this point, I think I've progressed beyond the realm of her expertise. She referred me to an ear, nose and throat specialist because, and I quote, "the rocks in your ear are out of whack". So I have an appointment later this week to see if I can get the rocks in my head to behave themselves.
It is different from the vertigo I experienced a year ago where sudden movement would bring on a tornadic spinning sensation followed by severe nausea. The spinning is constant. It doesn't seem to be related to my position. And my eyes are not cooperating with each other. They cannot agree about what to focus on. BUT, I am not nauseated...so at least "I've got that going for me." (Reference: Bill Murray, Caddyshack. Its not the Dali Llama, but I'll take what I can get.)
So I'm trying to be patient. But patience does not inspire funny blog posts. I refuse to give in to the darkness and depression that is slowly encroaching. I will continue to do my best to keep my crazy to myself, but I hope you'll forgive an occasional pity party.
Your prayers are appreciated.