I have debated about whether or not to blog about this, but it's time.
Since last Tuesday I have been dizzy. Drowsy and dizzy. It started with a feeling around my eyes: close, close is what my mind was telling them. Even though I had my glasses on or contacts in, I felt like I couldn't see very well without really concentraing on focusing. I figured the drowsy feeling was my body's way of coping with the strain to see. I called the eye doctor and described my symptoms. She explained that my prescription was changed nearly 6 weeks ago, and we would have known during the trial week if the prescription was off. Wow, had that much time passed? Yeah, I hadn't been complaining at all up to that point.
It persisted, so I went to the doctor on Friday. He did a very thorough examination, even checking my heart, and taking blood. He suggested it was stress, which of course, upon examination I have a very stressful life, but right now I am handling it well. I have had far more stressful times, and coped much worse at different times in the past. My eye twitch, or an anxiety attack, or just pure exhaustion are examples of physical symptoms I have had in the past that were totally linked with stress. I told him that this felt different, like the happy, normal me is inside STRUGGLING to show myself through this haze in my head. My only theory was perhaps I got water stuck in my ear from using the neti pot. He sent me to an ENT.
On Monday the ENT looked in my ears: clear. He did hearing tests: almost perfect hearing. He gave me a set of exercises to do to improve my balance. They make me nauseous. I have my final test ordered by him today. It is an ENG. I spoke to my primary care physician yesterday and my blood is awesome. Cholesterol is even down to 192. He said that if we don't get answers from the ENG, that next I go to the neurologist.
This past weekend when I was really worried and upset and super-fatigued, I went to the extremes of what my symptoms are indicating: I have diagnosed myself with a Thyroid problem, hypoglycemia, multiple sclerosis, lupus, and of course a brain tumor. WebMD is a dangerous place. I sincerely hope that it is something far less serious than any of those, but at this point, I am prepared for anything, because something is not right. My faith has helped me to cope since Monday. I take life, one moment at a time. I don't have much energy to see the art and the music and the life. I am pretty much at a low level (for me) of functioning. I have little energy to expend seeing, experiencing, smiling, and striking up conversation. I feel like I can't open my mind or my eyes to much more than just putting one foot in front of the other. By the end of the day, my world is absolutely spinning like I am on a carousel. I have to lie down, be still and try not to cry.