Between 1:50 and 1:55 this morning I had a vertigo attack. Just a wee bit prior, I suspected something was going on in mine skull, when I was provided with the notion that I best get to bed. First was a very, very loud honk, as if blasted by a semi-truck parked in my back yard. Oh. This was loud. I have had a spectrum of noises and sounds linger, but there was something way different with the Honk-Honk. I then experienced some form of tunnel hearing, as if listening through a large straw. So odd, but so real.
As I gathered my book, highlighter and pen, my right ear seemed to fill with something, like air in a balloon, then very shortly after felt a release of whatever was in there - ear farts? My balance and coordination became strained and way off-center.
Just as I entered my room, a flush of warm temperature rushed through my veins, body, brain and mind. I was on my bed and in my safe place next to my pictures of Jesus, when within a few moments my room and my life became a violently spinning-out-of-control, dreadfully ugly place. I refrain from the use of profanity which I so want to use right now. The Nausea Odometer was at an 8, and was non-productive.
My bride slept on next to me, and I could hear her breath. I held on to her hand until both our hands became moist with perspiration. I finally had to wake her so I could hear her voice. I needed to hear her voice! As my world whirled out of control, my bride provided me with medication that "assist" me in these situations. We spoke briefly and continued to hold hands. I watched and tried to focus...am I supposed to wear glasses during a vertigo attack?
Round about 4 a.m., the spinning subsided enough that I was able to begin to collect myself...last I looked at the clock, it said 4:45.
Had to cancel PT and RN today. Will call in the morrow.
As for now, I'll return to my bed and safe place to drift back to sleep. My entire being is exhausted. My body and mind are sore and aching.
Pardon me, please, as I must go.
peace, Mario
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