28 Jul Brain Drain
Twice this morning, while I was lying in bed for the Sunday sleep-in, I had wonderful ideas for this week’s blog. And that’s what they’ve stayed – wonderful ideas, because I’ve forgotten them!
I have sinusitis. It may sound exciting, but believe me it’s NOT! My sinuses are blocked, basically. And that means a constant headache, my ears are ringing, like the church bells on a Sunday, though mine are 24/7, and my head feels heavy, as if I’m wearing a motorcycle helmet.
I’ve had the blocked ears for over a month now. At first, they weren’t so bad; something like you get when you fly. Try as I might, with every trick in the book, I couldn’t clear them. So, I went to my local GP. I was told to use Nasonex; two squirts, each nostril, every morning, and use a steam inhaler with Vicks. Being the obedient girl I am, (stop laughing, everyone) I actually did this with army precision. No change. A week or so later, I trudged back to the doctor. He checked my ears again, all clear. By then, not only do I have the ringing of bells, but also a chorus of crickets serenading me. And I fully appreciate the pain those with hearing problems have, especially in places where there’s lots of people talking and laughing. I couldn’t filter out background noises, so was basically rendered deaf. His solution was to try another nasal spray in the evening, to see how that helped. No difference. And I was having periods where my balance was ‘off’. By that I mean, if I moved too quickly the world rotated around me, twice as fast. Not great for the head, and the stomach protested as well.
Thursday was not a good day. I was hot, then I was cold, and it had nothing to do with the day, miserable weather as it was. I was teaching, or at least I was trying to. My ears had started to ache, my eyes felt gritting and bulging and, to put it mildly, I was just fed up. I cancelled my relief day for the next day, and headed home to bed. I just wanted to sleep, for that was one place I felt ok. Or at least I thought I did. All was fine until I woke up, and it was dark. I didn’t know where I was, what day it was, or what time it was. I sat up quickly, and the room did lots of three-sixty spins, like a ride on the Octopus at Side Show alley when it was Royal Show time. My bed seemed to have a mind of its own and dancing about. I hung on for dear life! The crickets chirping and the bells ringing were even louder, if that were at all possible, and totally out of tune and beat with each other. And I didn’t know if it was better to close my eyes and keep spinning, or open them and look for something in the dim light to focus on. The latter won, and eventually things started to settle.
I had labyrinthitis five years ago, and I was starting to feel that way again. Basically, it is vertigo, very bad vertigo, where the inner ear has a mind of its own, and likes to play games with your balance. In my just-awake state, I started to panic. One never wants to feel that way … ever. I remember having to crawl along the ground, or walk along a wall, as it felt like I was trying to walk on a wave, without a surfboard.
So off to the doctor, again. He did say if it didn’t improve to come back and “WE” would try something else. At that stage a gun to the head seemed like a good option. Drastic I know, however from where I was standing, or rather swaying, I’d had enough. And I’m a real princess when I’m sick. Antibiotics it is, and I’ve been given a repeat as he thinks it will probably take that to kill the ‘low-grade sinus infection’ I’ve probably had all this time. It just hadn’t developed to the level where I was eliminating from my nostrils stuff one should never have to see in one’s lifetime, though as a special needs teacher I get to see, and have the ‘privilege’ of wiping away from the noses of my students, on a daily basis. (I’m really not paid enough to do that!!)
So, now I’m on a double dose for five days, morning and night, with the assurance that I should feel better ‘very soon’, whenever that might be. And, if the crickets and bells continue, “WE” will do further testing, as it could be ‘an age thing’. Isn’t that just the nicest thing you’ve ever heard from your GP? I used to like him! I just wish I could be around when he gets older and suffers the afflictions of ‘old age’. It’s still three months till I’m sixty!