Merry-Go-Round? No Thanks
I really hate the days when I wake up and, upon trying to sit up, immediately fall back on the bed feeling the aftermath of a non-existent merry-go-round ride. And a very fast one at that.
During mild episodes, I can still force myself to wake up and go to work (usually if a deadline is looming like an axe dangerously near my neck), but for the rest of that day I'll be walking around like a animated corpse - slowly and staring straight ahead, because any head movement is apt to bring on nausea and dizziness. And praying hard that people don't find me rude when I don't turn around and look at them when they're talking.
On bad days, it makes a simple trip to the washroom trying not to fall or bump into anything more difficult than trying to navigate through a minefield blindfolded. And all I can do is lie in bed and try to sleep - while waiting for someone to come home and drive me to the family doc. No books. No computers. Nothing to do but lie in bed.
I HATE IT. >_<
And happening twice in as many weeks after a blissful episode-free year is probably not good news. Should I be seeing my doctor again?
Sunday, January 15, 2006
