Yesterday, I was awakened in the early hours by a nauseating bout of violent vertigo. Having been dead asleep seconds before, this was alarming; I reached for my husband and called his name, but he was even more drenched with sleep and wouldn’t be roused. Then, in under a minute, the spinning stopped, and I was aligned again.
And I fell back to sleep. Deep in my sleepy brain, I concluded that this was a dream.
A couple of hours later, the room spun again. With my eyes closed, I felt the bed pitch and the ceiling transform into a moving Escher painting. A dreadful nausea struck my body, but I was afraid to stand up to go to the bathroom. My head hurt. I stayed horizontal, the spinning subsided, and I ventured vertically into the bathroom to pee. I dropped back into bed slowly, took a Benadryl, and went back to sleep.
Is it weird that I went back to sleep? It seemed like a refuge from the spinning, and I really hoped I was just dreaming.
When it was finally daylight, I opened my eyes to a still room. My perfectly quiet sleeper Tim was in those early morning stages of waking up, so I told him what was going on. As I shifted to look at him, the room spun again, and I lurched. I was gonna heave.
I’m on day two of the spins. It’s better today, but I’m not tracking very well. Research indicates I probably have a viral middle ear infection, which makes perfect sense because I’ve been having ear pain. Benadryl is my friend, so I’m loopy. I’ll eventually call a doctor. I’m not stubborn about that, we just have been tapped out by Christmas and have no extra funding for a co-pay.
I really only wrote this so I could use the line “My Own Private Vertigo.”