After having such a good Monday morning, monday evening turned into crap. I got to have dinner with two of our best friends (one of whom was leaving the next day), so that was good. However, in the middle of dinner, I had another “Meniere’s Attack”:http://revjim.net/item/10047/. Since I could feel the symptoms building for nearly three weeks, I knew it was coming soon, I just was hoping it wouldn’t happen that night. Well, it did.
I tried my best to keep having fun and not bring the group down but, after a while, I had to go home and get some sleep. I assumed I would throw up all night long as usual, but I didn’t. When I woke in the morning, however, it was worse than ever.
Since we had been meeting friends the night before, Jess left her car at work and we only had my truck. So, I got ready for work and had Jess drive the truck to her work with me as passenger to see if I’d be able to clear my head a bit in order to make the rest of the drive. As soon as we got to her work, I jumped in the driver’s seat. The first turn onto the road and the head turning needed to check for oncomming traffic sent me spinning. I assumed this would happen. However, in my planning I knew there was a hospital less than a block from Jess’ work. I drove myself there and went into the E.R.
The E.R. was very nice and fast. They had me in a hospital bed with an I.V. and lots of drugs in no time flat. The drugs worked well, and the room stopped spinning almost immediately. Jess showed up afterwards and sat with me until I could walk and the doctors were ready to discharge me. Then she drove me home.
I slept a lot all day. It couldn’t have come at a worse time since Jess and I had planned on being quite busy all day yesterday getting ready for my Mom to come visit (her plane lands tonight). I’m so grateful for Jess. She put up blinds, moved beds and tables, cleaned the house, and did just about everything, while I watched, trying not to move much and doing my best just to stand on two feet.
Another night of sleep and I’m just a little lightheaded this morning but, otherwise, I feel fine. It’s nice to have avoided, for now, the constant, and quite painful, hours of vomiting, but I can’t see myself going to the E.R. and shelling out $75 (plus who knows what) every time this happens.
I wish I could understand it more. If someone chopped my arm off I could say to myself “the reason I can’t pick up things, and that my chest is sore is because my arm has been chopped off”. But this makes no sense. I can’t tell when it will start, when it will get better, and when it will end in one long terrible day.
All in all, I feel good now. Thanks to those of you who were concerned. And thanks, especially, to Jess for taking such good care of me.