I have spent the bulk of my day in bed – not because I was luxuriating in my laziness and not because I was having a wild sex romp – because I was just too dizzy and nauseous to go anywhere else. I did however spend a lovely few hours at the Sanford walk-in clinic today after Mike (who is out-of-town for work) collaborated with the kids to bring me in there (despite my desire to just crawl up into a ball and suffer in peace).
I must say though, I was in pretty rough shape. I am still not doing all that great even with the patch that is believed to be my cure. Here is the best definitional framework I can give you for how bad off I was – I left the house un-showered, without doing anything to my hair and with no – and I mean NO – makeup. I just put on sunglasses and went with Noah when he came to get me. I honestly thought I was going to drop right there at the clinic – likely right after I threw up over everyone in the vicinity. I cannot ever remember feeling that sick and debilitated.
I could not walk a straight line unassisted and I could not move my head without risking vomiting and passing out. I also could not really talk as the movement of talking was too disruptive as well (Noah had a field day with that – imagine his glee). I really was about as miserable as I can ever remember being.
The clinic was packed and it took over an hour to get in. So I sat there mute in my sunglasses looking like I did (like death warmed over) with my lovely nausea bag held in close proximity to my chin. I can only imagine what all the other folks at the clinic thought of me. The hour crawled by and I must confess – I spent every second of that hour praying I wouldn’t throw up on someone in the near vicinity.
The verdict – the doctor thinks (at about 90% certainty) that my problem is labyrinthitis. It has something to do with a viral infection that affects the inner ear and causes vertigo, affects balance, and results in nausea. It doesn’t even sound like a real illness does it? It sounds like something from a Harry Potter movie. Ah, but I can attest – you do not want to get this – it sucks. I can’t imagine having to live with this.
The doctor prescribed me a patch to wear behind my ear and he tells me I should be better in three days. Right now after about five hours with the patch I am about 50% better than I was at the clinic – I can talk again and I am actually sitting up as I write this. I haven’t thrown up since the five o’clock hour, but then again – I haven’t really eaten anything much since then.
I couldn’t miss doing my blog though – there are some things that I must do even in sickness – and this is one. Earlier, I had toyed with the notion of just dictating my blog to Noah and having him type it – but I can see where that could have gone terribly wrong. Noah rarely wastes an opportunity to poke fun at me. I guess I can’t complain though as he spent the bulk of his day with his pitifully sorry looking mother who couldn’t even walk on her own and almost threw up in his car. I guess I kinda’ owe him the liberty to poke fun at me – I am sure it will come after I am all better from my Harry Potter disease.
I have dispatched all the caretakers for the night – they all took turns coming over to check on their sickly mother. Now it is time to try and eat something and see how well I fare in keeping it inside – I will give it the college try. I hope by tomorrow I will be back on the “in health” side of this equation.
Day one thousand one hundred and fifteen of the new forty – obla di obla da