Yes, vertigo - the condition, not the movie - has been on free-for-view in our house this week. I woke to a funfair of movement last Wednesday and wild nausea to accompany it. After a trip to our ER to confirm the self-diagnosis (and not the planned trip to NYC...) and to be treated with some interesting positional manoeuvres, the nausea and dizziness have abated.
From time to time - and position to position - I am still wobbly on my pins (as my older British relatives might say) but 85% functional. Worse is waking up in the night to the sensation of falling and then waking in the morning to turn my head to the love of my life on the next pillow, only to groan and scrunch my eyes closed as quickly as possible.
Exercises to re-position the floating calcium deposits in my ear thrice a day might or might not be working, so I am off for a cranial massage tomorrow to see if that assists. Especially as BPPV often is recurrent.
The kids sort of understand it. Sophie told people: "Imagine you are me and I am my mum." She then stands up and falls into them.
From time to time - and position to position - I am still wobbly on my pins (as my older British relatives might say) but 85% functional. Worse is waking up in the night to the sensation of falling and then waking in the morning to turn my head to the love of my life on the next pillow, only to groan and scrunch my eyes closed as quickly as possible.
Exercises to re-position the floating calcium deposits in my ear thrice a day might or might not be working, so I am off for a cranial massage tomorrow to see if that assists. Especially as BPPV often is recurrent.
The kids sort of understand it. Sophie told people: "Imagine you are me and I am my mum." She then stands up and falls into them.
Gyroscopic, fun times here!
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