Last week, the vertigo episodes which have been absence for a good few months, returned with a vengeance. I could sort of feel it coming, I felt hot, suddenly thirsty and then I went. The floor came up to the side of my face, luckily there was something to hold onto, while I got myself on the floor, head between my legs, in town, in the rain, feeling decidedly rough.
Long story short, after baby steps and a lot of throwing up in the car park, like a drunkard teenager. I got home and slept, a lot, for nearly 15 hours straight. Woke up, felt fine until it happened again and again. The subsequent times were not as bad, probably the same episode. But enough to scare me into making a GP appointment.
2 days & 1 check over later, I have two weeks of anti sickness to take in the hope it all clears up. Now I have had a brain MRI for this less than 4 months ago, which was fine but the nurse in me has been googling research papers, journals and trawling through various NHS guidelines to find answers. My favourite theory at the moment is dehydration, stress and eye strain. Who knows, but I intend to get an eye check up and have been drinking water like there is no tomorrow, so fingers crossed.
In other news – daughter number 2 won her netball match, any excuse to spend a few minutes with the far away child. To clarify she isn’t really that far away but I have empty nest syndrome so every mile is a 100!
The Eurovision party was spoilt somewhat by the TV deciding to have the black screen of doom, literally 10 minutes before it started. Minor disappointment, but the cake was lush.
Still pottering around my Dads house, pretending like we are cleaning it out but in reality, we are just being confronted by our childhoods and shuffling piles from maybe keep, to defo keep with no real growth to the chuck out pile. I have joined Vinted in an attempt to begin to sell off some bits that have no emotional attachment, too good for the bin but not worthy to be kept. I suspect it will all end up in a charity shop, preferably one far from home, but at least a step has been taken. A little step bit one none the less.
And finally, the smallest break in the cold, wet spring. Where T-shirts were donned to bask in an afternoon of sunshine. Not by me, I kept my jumper on, I was right too, it was a mere glimpse, lasted less than an afternoon, roll on June!
Much love xx
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