All Points Bulletin:
It is hard to do things when you are so dizzy you can barely hold your head up.
Why vertigo? Why me? Why now? Why not some low key sniffles, or even a hacking cough? A tummy ache? A broken toe? Any would be preferable, I think, to this spinny spinny oooh the world’s going ’round and ’round type experience. And why did I have to use up all my sick time during the first week of my maternity leave? Who decided that women who get little sleep, have exponentially higher stress, and have to spend a large chunk of their energy and nutrients and vitamins on breastmilk for another human being – who decided that this woman probably isn’t going to need to take any more sick days for the rest of the year? So she might as well use them all up. Just get those suckers out of the way.
The vergito is a symptom of labyrinthitis, which is an infection of the semicircular canals in the inner ear. My left inner ear, as it happens, which means if I whip my head to the right, I feel totally normal, but if I whip it around to the left, I fall down. So as long as I only whip my head around when in proximity to very soft surfaces, i.e. beds, couches, my office chair, well, I guess I’m ok. It’s actually kind of fun. Like a roller coaster. Or like being drunk, only without all the calories or hangover.
They said it should clear up on its own soon, and I have a pill that I can take to reduce the symptoms. The drug transfers into the breastmilk, and they aren’t sure how it affects baby – it is a pregancy/nursing mother drug Class B, which means – eh? We dunno. Nobody’s gotten around to studying this one just yet. So take your best guess. For obvious reasons I am trying to avoid taking it, but I broke down and took one yesterday while trying to remain upright in a comp & benefits seminar, and it did nothing for me. So I’m just going to live with it, and try not to crash my car on the morning commute. (In all seriousness, driving is ok. The dizziness comes and goes, and it’s never been so serious that I feel my driving is significantly compromised.) When standing perfectly still I tend to list to the left, but otherwise no one can tell by looking at me that my balance is totally thrown. Which is clearly bad, because how else can I get sympathy and/or an extension on all my work deadlines?
Despite my whirling dervish of a brain, I still threw some more pictures up in the latest album, and put in another You Tube vid. You can see that after work every day, all of my time is spent either photographing my firstborn or videoing the kid and trying to coax a laugh out of him. Time well spent, I say. If Patrick manages to get a video of me falling over due to my affliction, I’ll make sure to post it. But it ain’t likely, since getting him to hold and operate a camera is like asking a teenager to – well, to do anything. Patrick prefers life sans camera, which is perhaps a function of his wife and mother both being ridiculous camera fiends. I rely on her (his mother) to take pictures of me and the baby, because otherwise very few would exist. Big heavy loud resigned sigh directed with laser-like intensity directly at MY HUSBAND who reads this blog.
With that, I’m going to whirl myself away. Have a great, spin-free day. Peace out.